In my early 20s, one dream was recurring
And puzzling…but aren’t they all?
I’d dream this dream:
Finding myself inside a peculiar sort of rickety old house
A house seemingly without logic ….nor symmetry
I’d wander its narrow and dreary hallways
Searching fruitlessly for familiar rooms
Finding instead narrow and dark staircases
around each corner I would turn
Finally, I’d climb one
Finding at its top the entrance to an attic….
A most vast and open attic
Out of all proportion to the quirky maze of a house below!
Yet, peering through the thick dust-motey air up there
I could make out piles
upon overflowing collections
of all kinds old relics of books
cracked and chipped vases and dishes
tasteless and archaic artwork
musty quilts and old headboards
ancient crackling letters and cracked lamps
with their faded and misshapen shades
All the funky detritus of old matrons
But then I’d catch a sparkly glint of something
Upon which a sliver of sunlight slicing
through the broken rafters above shone upon
directing my curiosity as though a spotlight
I’d look closer and…and see things…
many things….lots of things within that
Over there….and there…everywhere!
That I hadn’t, in my predisposition that I’d stumbled on junk
had noticed at all:
Gold-rimmed crystal goblets and countless stacks
Of fine porcelain English—even Chinese–plate ware
Assorted small mahogany tables
Intricate wood sculptures from exotic lands
Boxes of brass buttons and gold jewelry and…Whaa!
I’d almost fallen over it..wandering..gawking..
And there it was…
A shiny full-size black… motorcycle?
I can’t be sure, of course, but I probably gasped in my sleep.
The incongruity of such a sight…in an attic!
It was big, huuuge! And it looked heavy…
(really, too heavy for my small frame!)
and intimidatingly black….but oh, did it sparkle!
Still, my heart had leapt at the sight!
In my vision of the night, this thing, the motorbike…
….I’d wanted with all my excited heart.
It all made little sense
(Well, what dreams do?)
Regardless, all through my 20’s I’d dreamt that dream
Now, in retrospect….50 years later
Looking, as one inevitably does
For rational reasons for all the turns in one’s life
I’ve wondered if I’d been so enamored of the motorcycle
because of that one time a college date had taken me
for a ride on his motorcycle into the Detroit countryside?
For never in the waking hours of all my subsequent years
Can I recall ever harboring even the barest thought
…that I’d ever own a motorcycle!
But the myriad other yard-sale gee-gaws of my dreams?
The apparent valueless/valuable mix of stuff?
Well, I looked up from my musings
Peering casually around
….my little one bedroom senior apartment w/patio
And toted up the actual 50 year accumulation
…of things that I had salvaged from charities or the trash
…or simply spent my hard-earned cash on
All of it…simple treasures…things some, too, would consider junk
…..but beloved things that had my touch on it :
For here was every little kitschy bauble..
All my artsy treasures of negligible value..
The finished projects and works in progress…
My digital and craft workstations..
my toolbox, surviving patio plants..
my closets full of discount designer clothes…
All of it poor/rich reflections of me
And I had once even owned—a motorcycle
Smile wryly with me….it’s OK
It was—to be sure—only a ‘little motorcycle’
…a scooter actually
But gas powered…intended for a son
Who’d never bothered to get his license
And it soon occurred to me….
Live the dream! Literally.
And it was a ton of fun worth realizing!
That dream ‘motorcycle’…
I consider it a whimsical gift from my God Jehovah
Today..in retrospect, I can see how that curious dream
That I’d dreamt over and over all came to pass!
I am now even more certain of my new Dream
Of the one that envisions the Great Hope I now have
Recurrent is this Hope and Dream, as well
But it is of the wide awake, conscious sort
One that envisions a revitalized earth
A wondrous refreshing of God’s creation
…..and the earth’s true God-intended potential
I see myself in that recurrent dream as well
I am there on that earth…just walking among
….all the grateful, exalting peoples
….all praising forever
The True God and Maker of Dreams Come True –
February 8, 2021