I had a dream, and in this dream, I see a huge oil painting of General George Washington at the Battle of Yorktown during the American Revolution. The general is an ancestor of mine. He is in the center of the painting and it is a picturesque panorama of the battle field. I can see all the combatants: the Americans, the French and the British. I can distinctly see the French fleet sailing ships behind the general on the Chesapeake. The general, I think, desires to inspire me from the scene of his greatest victory in life.
Our founding father used to command much reverence and admiration in years past. Today's generation is taught to hold him in disdain. America would not have achieved much of it's greatness if a lesser man had been our first commander and chief. I am convinced of that. He was the right man at the right place and time for the job.
At least one of the tarot card readers I listened to on YouTube has said that I would be hearing from or thinking about my ancestors this month. What they did in life would have some relevance with what I am currently dealing with, or about to, be dealing with.
Am I about to get to take part in some grand battle or see some karmic destiny made manifest? I don't know. I am honored that the general desires to communicate with me or perhaps it is the work of my spirit guides looking to communication some important concept in image form for my consideration? Whatever, the case may be, the image has moved me. I cannot get it out of my imagination.
The dream following this one might add more context and deeper understanding. The second dream takes place at the Walmart where I work. The store is locked up and I am locked inside. I am hiding inside a large cardboard box with quarter-size air hole cut out of it to see and breathe through. I peek out the hole and can see boxes of oatmeal and ketchup on a nearby shelf. I listen intently out side of my box. I can hear teenagers talking. They have broken into the abandoned store and are looking to steal or vandalize the place. I sit back and discover my fiancée, Hakima, is inside the box with me. Hakima is all dirty and wearing raggedy clothes. She gives me a scared look. We both look like street people. I wake up.
The dream about General Washington is certainly inspiring. He was a man of destiny and influence. He had many admirable qualities. The vision of oil painting captures the energy, excitement and emotion of that time so vividly in my minds eye. It appeals to all the youthful romantic notions of my imagination of what that moment in time must have been like to experience. Perhaps, something has been stirred up in my subconscious and a yearning for great expectations has been reignited in me. The American Revolution led to the birth of a new nation and exciting possibilities. Something new had come into the world, that was never been seen before, and George Washington was like the mid-wife who would deliver that baby and nurture it as our first President. 2015 has arrived, and frankly, I feel like I have been in a sort of war to reinvent myself and my life. The last three years have been a torture. I so want to see and experience joy and face the future with hope in my heart and new vigour.
The Walmart lock down must reflect some of my old fears. I look like I am a true homeless person living in a proverbial box. I am presently occupied with trying to find a place for my foreign bride, and myself, to live. It is all I am thinking about day and night. It is no wonder the worries over it should intrude in our dreams. The fact it happens within Walmart suggests an unconscious association, on my part, with poverty and working at Walmart. It is perceived by most people, myself included, to go hand-in-hand. Walmart does not pay what is called a "living wage". Most people advise me that I should be wanting better and be more aggressive about going out to get it. I have been beaten up and been in survival mode for so long that, I think, I have lost much of the desire to fight or believe there is something more, or better, to be had out of life. I need to rediscover my passion for life.
The lessons of these dreams might be to reawaken the passions, hopes and dreams I once had as a kid. My lady, Hakima, loves me and I want to be her husband and provide for a wife, and children, and experience joy again. It has been such a long time since I felt much passion or optimism. I want to be debt free and live a life of love, and not become a cowering man living in box. The general succeeded. I would like to think I can too! I will concentrate my will and my thoughts on this in 2015 and pray more. I resolve to turn this ship of dreams about and let the wind fill my sails to a happier sunnier destination. So help me God!
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