Not all scary dreams are nightmares; some are life’s dreams coming true. And that can be scary.
Now, I don’t want to jinx things, but I am getting closer to owning a small piece of property in the piney woods. My own little Walden, something I have thought of since I knew what Walden was. And before that, I enjoyed traipsing around the “woods” in the areas near where I grew up. And I have great memories of my dad and I walking property in Navasota and West Columbia, Texas. Having a bit of land has always been a dream, and now it is scary. This one may not pan out, but it just might. And that is scary.
As I write this, the movie The Astronaut Farmer is playing; a story of a man and his dream. Funny thing about dreams: they need personal resolve and the support of others, because there are many who find joy in diminishing others’ dreams. I am blessed to have more who support than who diminish. Dreams also come with many questions and doubts, and goodness knows I have plenty of those.
It is both blessing and curse to have many dreams. Having them to form a horizon to approach and a North Star to guide brings as much comfort as is possible in exploring unknown territory. Ironically, to not have dreams is to sleep through life. Dream on and never surrender.