I have always been intrigued by dreams. In dreams you can do and be most anything in the world. Of course dreams can also sometimes be terrifying and yes- on occasion they can teach us a lesson from deep within our own psyche. Such was last night’s episode…
There was a homeless man full of despair and lacking self worth. He had been homeless for years and had lost all hope for his future. He literally lived meal to meal seeking out scraps of food from garbage cans or anywhere else he might chance upon it.
One day while in a park he came across a baby bird that had fallen from its nest. The man picked the bird up and studied it closely. His heart was touched by the bird because he saw it as a reflection of himself. The bird was now homeless as well. The bird was hungry as well. The bird was without hope as well.
The homeless man dedicated himself to helping this bird survive. The homeless man provided the bird shelter. Without any knowledge of how to feed the bird he tried different things including grinding bits of seed into a pulp. He even ground up bugs into a mash that he fed the bird on the tip of a knife that he carried. A knife that had been intended for violence was now being used as a tool of mercy.
As the dream goes on the homeless man is successful in his efforts and the bird survives and as it turns out it in turn saves the man. The man is inspired by his efforts to save the bird and the scales are removed from his eyes allowing him to see differently. He no longer places his sole focus upon himself and his own plight but chooses to focus on the plight of others. If he can help a lowly bird that is homeless, hungry and without hope he can certainly help other people- people like himself.
The dream grows fuzzy here but the man organizes efforts to gain food and shelter for the fellow homeless people he had previously ignored. He chooses not to focus on his own plight but upon the plight of those around him. Suddenly life isn’t solely about him but rather about others. His all consuming inner anguish is slowly extinguished by his service to others.
The dream did remind me of a saying I have known for years: “I used to cry because I had no shoes until I met a man who had no feet.”
What does this dream teach me? What does this dream teach you? Are you the one so focused upon your own plight that you lose sight of those around you who are suffering far greater trials? Is it possible to ease your own pain by focusing not upon yourself but upon others?
Or was it just a silly dream?