This morning I had a chance to follow a dream all the way from beginning to end. Usually I wake up because the cat wants out at 6 am, or the dog gets up at 7:45, but now my husband is home because of Christmas vacation, so he takes care of the dog.
In my dream I was a young woman in a big city. I had just found a beautiful book in a bookstore. It had wood carved covers with an intricate design. The front cover had the sun in the center with sunbeams stretching out toward the corners and the spaces between were filled with designs. The back was carved, also. The wood was light colored, like maple, but it had no finish on it. In my dream it had been a book done by Picasso while he was a student, but the artwork bore no resemblance to anything I have ever seen by Picasso.
When I opened the book, I found it filled with work. I was surprised as I turned page after page. I had expected it to open, but there was not just one set of pictures, but many. How could so many pictures fit into a narrow book? I remember thinking they did not look anything like Picasso's Rose and Blue period, and there were no prints of bulls. I do remember seeing a painting of a man in blue and red clothing like Leonardo DaVinci might have painted. It was in an oval matte.
There were many other beautiful works in the book. In this part of the dream and all the way through, I kept being surprised by what I found. It was always better than what I thought it would be.
Next, I was in my thirties or forties , and I had opened a museum to house this beautiful book.
Throughout the museum I had beautiful things of all different types. There were ceramics and paintings and jewelery. Also, along side the museum pieces, I had shelves of items that patrons could buy. Where there were ceramics, I had pretty ceramics that could be bought and taken home. That way after seeing something beautiful, people could take some beauty home with them and not feel bereft after leaving the museum.
In the next scene I was walking through the museum, and entered a large high-ceilinged room where a performance was about to begin. Switchfoot was setting up to perform! My daughter has liked Switchfoot for several years, so this was amusing. I was going to watch the performance from my own chamber on the next level. I had a room that overlooked the stage, but it was deeper than a balcony. I have had trouble walking lately, so I able to recline on a chaise lounge and see the stage.
Having established that I had a private room in the museum, in the next scene, I had my family living there. It was morning, and we were all getting dressed in one of the museum's rooms. The children were cold, and we were putting on our clothing in a warmer room. There were four or five children. I didn't see them all. I just watched a boy and girl about 8 to 11 years old, pulling on their jackets over shirts or blouses. They were dressed in clothes that looked like they worked in the museum in costume from 200 years ago. My husband was getting dressed like he was going fishing. I think he had hip waders. That was funny, but it seemed like he was going out to do something he enjoyed.
In the last scene, I was getting closer to reality. I was waking up. I often do not get to this point in dreams. My real daughter, Kay, and I were shopping someplace beautiful. I think it was on our anticipated trip to Europe. My daughter was looking at items in a display and talking to a beautiful, blond sales associate the same age as she is. The items for sale were charms made from natural materials like coral. These charms were for sale along with practical items to attach them to, like key chains and nail clippers.
I remember that the metal everything was made of was like silver with a whitened finish rubbed over it. I have a necklace like that from 30 years ago. At the end of the dream Kay was debating if she should just buy the charm, without the item to attach it to, and she would attach it to a bracelet she had at home. I think the point of this part of the dream was to find beauty or to attach beauty to everyday items.
That is a value I learned about in an African Art class. Commonplace items like wrought iron tools used inside the house would be embellished with figures in the handles. A comb that I have has a woman's figure in the handle.
The theme of the dream is Beauty. I believe that our response to Beauty is actually a response to God or an anticipation of heaven. The book at the beginning of the dream is probably God's word. I suppose the museum is Heaven. I had everything there: Beauty, Music, Family, and Fun. I would like to hear your response to the dream.
It is fantastic!
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