Did you know that we love to write? We do! But why would we write about what dreams about volcanoes have to do with tree service?
Here's the thing: as a Tree Service, we find out about all sorts of exciting things that we'd not previously known. So, when we get to stop and write about them, it's like we get to relive it! Many times we write about trees! Which makes sense, right?! We are, after all, a tree service. But, sometimes we like to switch it up. So, this week, we would like to share some randomness with you.
What exactly is this randomness? We're probably going to decide as we go along. In sort of a stream of consciousness manner, we hope to fascinate you! Let's get to it, already.
Wow! This process is pretty exciting for us, too. Speaking of exciting, I remember a recent dream I had. I was driving in the Swiss Alps. The sky around me had an almost orange and gray hue. At first, I was shocked. Then I realized I was dreaming. So, I started to play along with my imagination. It was cool that I could control my dream to a large extent. Just imagine thinking, "purple snake" and BAM! There's a purple snake. (I don't know why you'd think this, but it's just an example.) Or, imagine that you want to be by water. Your wish is a reality! Simply think water, and there you'll be, the tepid liquid flowing around you.
But, I digress. Back to the story. In realizing that I could make things happen during my dream, I felt a rush of excitement. It felt like a pulsing of lava at the center of my chest. As soon as I connected the feeling to that image, I looked to the left, and there was an active geyser. But, instead of water shooting out of it, I saw lava. Red and flowing lava shooting toward the blank sky above me. So, while the lava wasn't in the center of my chest, and I couldn't accurately pick just where it would show up in this dreamscape, I found it fascinating that my thoughts so quickly turned to what was around me.
Next thing I knew, I was standing at the top of the geyser. And, the lava was still running down the side of the mountain. I looked down and it was flowing around my feet. "Oh my gosh. Oh my. Oh my." I started to become fearful inside. No sooner did I turn to escape than I realized the lava couldn't hurt me. I was not prone to be physically harmed in this place. "Cool," I thought. Relaxing, I took in the view around me. It was astonishing! I thought that I ought to have more dreams about volcanoes if they were bound to be this exciting. . .
The next thing I saw was a poster of Lady Gaga and wondered what my room was doing in my dream. Only then did I realize that I had awoken. Turning to my other side, I gently shut my eyes and tried to go back into what was happening before my mind came back to my body. But, I could no longer recall the place I'd just been except for in my memory.
Getting up, I turned on my morning music and began my daily routine. For a few weeks, I was left with the feeling, the inner knowing, really, that something had changed. What was it?! Yes, I knew the event that happened. But, I couldn't put my finger on what it changed inside of me.
Then came a memorable moment in my lifetime. I came into work on a Friday. I was excited for a short day of work and pleased with the long weekend ahead of me. As I burst into the office with excitement about my instant relaxation, my boss had that look - the one that I had come to associate with good news. As soon as she told me we'd made massive progress in finishing a project, it hit me. This is why the dream meant so much to me.
Who knew there was a magnitude of significance in dreams about volcanoes? Not me. The dream was a symbol of my growth. Mainly the fact that standing in the lava, I couldn't be harmed. It was a metaphor of sorts for my waking life. Learning that all of the hard work that my business partner and I had gone through resulted in our ultimate success, I was aware that the pain and confusion of the process hadn't stopped us. And, neither had the lava. It all made sense. No longer did I regret the weeks of uncertainty between the dream and this moment. This realization established a firm trust within me. At the moment that my belief came, I knew the other burning questions inside me which had haunted me did not matter, either. I felt free. I was free. I am free.
Freer than the air which sways the leaves and branches in summer winds.
