The other night I had a peculiar dream. I’ll share it with you. I was at a Girls’ Camp type function. Thankfully, we were in cabins – or cabin like facilities. There were four of us per cabin though I’m not sure I ever saw any of my roommates. I assume they were my fellow leaders.
Everyone at this camp participated in a “secret sister” activity. The name I drew belonged to one of my former young women. I was very excited and nervous about her gift – which was as long as a broom and wrapped in brown paper. It kind of looked like a misshaped guitar. I placed it on her bed (I’m assuming) in her cabin. Sad news! She never got it. I spent most of my dream trying to find it and I was so stressed about it I woke up feeling anxious. It wasn’t until after my shower that I realized it was, in fact, a dream. Not real. I don’t actually owe her anything.
Or do I?
Some people think dreams are a way of our subconscious talking to us. Maybe my fears of inadequacy surfaced in this dream. Maybe it was my clarion call that when it comes to being a leader, I have numerous deficiencies. Perhaps I have this underlying fear that I am robbing the girls of some serious spiritual nutrients. That I will never measure up to good leader status.
And since being a leader is who I am right now, what does that say about me personally? That my best isn’t good enough? No matter what I do or how hard I try, I’m always going to be lacking? Or that I have nothing to offer or give another person?
Can one little dream possibly be responsible of imploding one’s self-esteem? Is it really capable of plunging someone from an ignorant, blissful state to self-doubting despair? Does one dream – dream mind you, not a nightmare – have the power to cause someone to question her own existence? The very fabric of her being?
Whew! Good thing I don’t give much stock into dreams.
Here’s the true interpretation: even though Girls’ Camp is in July, it is starting to be whispered about. Plans are being made. At our planning activity a couple weeks ago, we planned our annual fundraiser.
And the girl I got a gift for? Her birthday was last week. I got a card for her but mailed it late.
What was with the misshapen guitar present? Okay, that was a little weird. I don’t know the meaning because in my dream I thought her present was a multi-colored bubble bath set.
Yeah, I’m pretty sure I have this dream figured out.