We were discussing dreams.
We all have them. Not all of us remember them.
Do they all mean something? Possibly not.
Could it be, do you think, that these seemingly random wanderings of the subconscious mind have (at least part of the time) real significance?
The song lyrics quoted above are from a dream I had some months after my dad died. An audio dream. No visuals at all, just this song as if I were hearing on the radio.
Rodney and I sat up all night playing music on the night our father died. "Wish you were here" seemed to have special import to us and we played it twice.
But it was the first line which haunted my dream, months later.
As though I could hear my dad's voice repeating that line as it played.
I was an infidel, you see.
That line reverberated like a warning; do you really think you can tell "heaven from hell," you who know so little (if anything) about either?
You may call me a mystic or merely superstitious. I call it a beginning.
Within a few more months, my friend Frank came to work at Union City Ford and we began to talk.
There is this verse which may or may not have meaning for this situation. I think of it often:
"...your old men shall dream dreams, your young men shall see visions." Joel 2:28b, Acts 2:17b
Are you hearing this song, Little Brother? Wish you were here and I pray the Lord that He send you a true friend.
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