This is my first time blogging about a dream. It’s fresh. Only a few hours old. And I think it’s got potential to be helpful to anyone facing a decision to be made.
It was a very simple and direct dream.
As in the image above, I stood at a point on a path that branched off into three different directions. I didn’t feel certain about which way to proceed. I took a few steps forward into the center path, and it lit up. The path got bright golden and illuminated. It was beautiful. And you’d think that’d be enough to encourage me to keep going forward, but nooo… I couldn’t stop wondering, “What about the left path? What does it offer? Where does it lead?” So I backtracked, took a few steps on the left path, and it lit up, too.
And while enjoying the warm glow from the now-lit left path, I again wondered, “What about the right path? What does it offer? Where does it lead?” Again, I backtracked, took a few steps on the right path, and sure enough, it also lit up.
The thing I instantly and intuitively understood in my dream was that whichever path I set my feet to, light was provided upon contact. Not before I stepped on it. And not after I departed from it. The point was that my decision preceded the light; not the other way around. That is wildly liberating because it means there are no “wrong” paths. Nothing is wasted. Whatever shows up on the left/center/right path is purposeful. So there’s no need to be fearful about making the wrong choice, because it can all be composted and recycled. Failed marriages. Filed bankruptcies. Tanked careers. Foreclosed homes. Unfinished degrees. Unsatisfying relocations. Whatever might appear to be the fruit of a poor decision is — somehow — moving you forward in your life. So choose. And step. With the purity and adventuresomeness of a child. You can’t break your life. And even if you dent or scratch it, those marks are just evidence of the fact that you have gone somewhere. Better that, than the garaged vehicle that rarely gets its engine revved.
The other part of this dream was that while I was experimenting with the three paths, I was holding an object in my hand. Apparently it was very precious and valuable, because it was covered with several layers of protective bubble-wrap. At some point, I got tired of the bulk of the bubble-wrap and removed it. I woke up before I got to see what the object was, but I got the understanding behind it anyway. An object covered in bubble-wrap cannot be enjoyed. Sure it’s safe from damage, but what the heck can you do with it… buried beneath all those plastic bubbles? Again, risk the dings and dents and savor the thing (whatever it is).