Dreaming in Chocolate

I’m not sure exactly how it happened, but this blog has unofficially become my Dream Analysis Blog. And also the Spiritual Journey (yes, I know—there’s that loaded word again) Blog. I’m simply saying I recognize this. It’s happening and I’m going with it.

With that preamble, let’s get to it.

The other night, I dreamed I was eating an enormous brownie topped with a dollop of whipped cream. I really love a good brownie—dense and chewy. And rich.  In my dream, I tried to stretch the whipped cream, because you know, whipped cream. I always want more.

Then I noticed that on the same plate, right next to the brownie, was an enormous mound of surplus whipped cream. The extra whipped cream was larger than the brownie itself.

If you’re analyzing my dream, as I always do, then perhaps you will come to the conclusion that I am indulgent with sugar, dairy, and chocolate. All of these assumptions are correct.

Nevertheless, it’s a bad idea to assume things about people. They might surprise you and be completely different from your assumptions.

Anyway. Brownie dream.

I came to a different conclusion, which is:

God loves me. He gives me figurative brownies.

When I am quiet and still enough, I can see a decadence, a richness of good gifts in my life.

There is a surfeit of strength. A profusion of solace.

I dreamt of chocolate because God knows it’s my love language.

Dutch. Our boys. Jack’s new Man Therapist, and Lacey, our behaviorist, who both take literal hits from Jack and keep coming back. Our respite sitter. The psychiatrist and pediatrician. My listening friends. My Savior.

So many people in my life are the brownie.

God whispered in a dream that the whipped cream in my story is resilience. It’s acceptance, humor, and discernment. He’s giving all of this to me.

There’s enough and to spare.


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