Dream Journal Entry Date: Archives - Summer 1996
During a brief moment of rest, I experienced a dream that felt like a journey back in time to an old shop that seemed frozen in history. The ambiance was rich with the scent of old parchment and the sight of intricate vintage maps, globes, and compasses that adorned the walls. Each item in the shop seemed to whisper tales of distant lands and forgotten adventures, evoking a sense of nostalgia and wonder.
As I stepped further into the shop, the creaking floorboards beneath my feet added to the atmosphere of antiquity. The furniture, with its ornate carvings and aged wood, bore the marks of time, each piece telling a story of its own. The bell above the door, its gentle chime echoing through the room, added a touch of mystique to the setting.
An elderly man, his presence commanding respect, stood behind a counter cluttered with ancient tomes and scrolls. His hair, as white as snow, framed a face weathered by time yet illuminated by a spark of curiosity and wisdom. Clad in a white lab coat that seemed out of place in the shop's historical setting, he turned towards me with a warm smile as the bell's melodious ring announced my arrival.
With a voice that carried the weight of years of experience, the elderly man directed me to a specific passage in the Bible, his eyes twinkling with a mysterious gleam. His words seemed to resonate with a deeper meaning, as if the scripture held a key to unlocking hidden truths and revelations.
Upon awakening from this vivid dream, I was filled with a sense of urgency to uncover the message hidden within the words of the Bible. Hastening to find a copy, I pored over the pages with a fervor akin to a seeker on a quest for enlightenment. Finally, my search led me to the scripture that he directed me to in my dream, Matthew 13:15-17, where the words spoke of hearts grown calloused, eyes closed to the truth, and the blessing of seeing and hearing with clarity.
For this people’s heart has become calloused; they hardly hear with their ears, and they have closed their eyes. Otherwise they might see with their eyes, hear with their ears, understand with their hearts and turn, and I would heal them.
But blessed are your eyes because they see, and your ears because they hear.
For truly I tell you, many prophets and righteous people longed to see what you see but did not see it, and to hear what you hear but did not hear it.
Reflecting on the passage and its relevance to my dream, I was struck by the profound interconnectedness of my experiences at that moment. In my dream, the elderly man conveyed that God intended to heal me, recognizing my purpose and talents that could be utilized to assist others. It seemed like a demonstration of his magnificence through my life, a theme that has recurred frequently and that I will elaborate on in upcoming posts. The encounter with the elderly man in the antiquated shop felt like a fleeting glimpse into a dimension where time was irrelevant and wisdom surpassed generations.
Personal Note:
I had this dream when I was around thirteen years old. Around that time, I started experiencing breathing difficulties. I would get very tired while doing normal activities and nearly pass out when running, biking, or even walking home from school. I also had chest pains and angina attacks. I sensed that something was seriously wrong, and when it became concerning, my parents took me to the doctor who conducted an echo-cardiogram on my heart.
During the test, it was discovered that the valve responsible for pumping blood through my heart was malfunctioning, causing blood to leak back into the right ventricle. This issue was commonly associated with the disease that had claimed my brother's life, Idiopathic Pulmonary Arterial Hypertension (IPAH). A follow-up appointment was promptly scheduled with the same heart specialist who had treated my brother. It took four weeks to see him, during which a lot happened.
I had a strong feeling that I had the disease, but I wasn't afraid. I thought of my brother and how resilient he had been. I felt a strange sense of calm that I couldn't explain. My father, who was an active member of his church and a preacher at the time, sought prayers from everyone at the church. They prayed for me continuously.
When I visited the heart specialist, more tests, including another echocardiogram, were performed. The doctor informed me that everything was functioning properly now, and the only remaining issue was a heart murmur that would likely resolve over time. Everything suddenly made sense at that moment.
Read more of my dreams here: My Dream Journal
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