Dream Diary - Money and Books

From Wednesday night:

I dreamed I was in Gibbon walking down Labarre Street, which is the main street in Gibbon. I was walking toward the railroad tracks and when I reached Front Street, I turned the corner to the left. There, scattered all over the sidewalk, were piles and piles of coins. It was mostly pennies, but there was some silver mixed in too. I started going through the coins, leaving the pennies, but picking up the quarters, dimes, and nickels.

The longer I picked through the coins, the more I began to find other things.. First, I started noticing coins which appeared to be foreign. They had strange markings on them and some had unusual shapes. I remember one in particular; it was similar to the gold presidential dollars they started minting a few years ago, but had rounded shapes around the edge. It was kind of like a child’s drawing of a flower. Then I started finding what appeared to be bars of gold. They were kind of long and thin.

The dream shifted a little here, and I was inside somewhere, I don’t know where. My friend Bob Johnson was there. I showed him the gold bars and asked him if he thought they were real. He took one and tore the end off of it, then turned it up to his mouth and poured out some kind of powdery candy. I tried one myself and it was a little bit like those old Flav-R-Straws. Or Pixie Sticks. They were called Pixie Sticks when I was a kid. Anyway, the gold bars were fake, like those chocolate coins they always have at Halloween, only with powder inside them.

I continued digging through the pile of coins, only now it was mostly junk instead of coins. I found a long spool with pieces of wire wrapped around it. I thought the wires were guitar strings. Bob plays the guitar, so I gave them to him and asked if he could use them. He unrolled one from the spool and stretched it between his hands. When he pulled on it it broke pretty easily, indicating that they were not really guitar strings.

The dream shifted again slightly. I was in the same place, but the room had become kind of long and narrow. One end of the room had bookshelves on all three walls that went all the way to the ceiling which was quite high. I was looking at some of the books that were high up on one shelf, when all of the books on that wall began to fall. I quickly turned to the shelves that were at my back, and as the books showered down on me I tried to climb up the opposite wall. I was afraid of being buried under all those books and wanted to climb to get above them.

That’s all I remember. Actually that’s quite a bit more than I usually remember of any one dream. Money and books, books and money. Money usually represents greed, and books would seem to represent knowledge, but it was the books that buried me. Or that I feared would bury me. Maybe it means that if I keep reading books and writing book reviews I will make money from them. Or maybe it means if I keep wasting my time on all those books instead of doing what I am supposed to be doing, they will be my doom. Maybe it means nothing at all. I wonder about that part where the gold bars were not what they seemed, and ditto the guitar strings. And it was my friend Bob who revealed both. Interesting.

I think that God tries to speak to us through our dreams sometimes, but I don’t believe all dreams come from Him. How do you tell the difference? Maybe some people can. Maybe it’s just another one of those mysteries that we are not really meant to understand. So many mysteries.

Proverbs 2:10-11 For wisdom will enter your heart, and knowledge will be pleasant to your soul. Discretion will protect you, and understanding will guard you.

Proverbs 8:10-11 Choose my instruction instead of silver, knowledge rather than choice gold, for wisdom is more precious than rubies, and nothing you desire can compare with her.