Colors of My Dream

Y’all know how strangely the mind works in your sleep. Have you ever had crazy dreams? Like one about being wildly chased by a giant bottle of Dr. Pepper, but in front of you is an enormous peanut M&M (a red one, so you know what that could mean) with it’s arms outstretched and leering at you; and your heart is racing and you don’t know where to turn, because if you go to th….

What?
………….. You haven’t ever had a dream like that?

You know what I mean. Dreams can be crazy! I used to dream that I could fly. Yes, I could just soar into the air like an eagle. I’m told that dreams of flight aren’t uncommon among children, and I certainly had them regularly. I guess I dreamed of flying so often that in my waking hours I believed it!

One day, those bully-girls who lived down the street decided to pick on a skinny little weakling—-me! They called me names and threatened me with grievous bodily harm. I wasn’t afraid, in fact I taunted right back at ‘em and even stuck out my tongue.

Whoo! That did it. They came barreling towards me; but I nonchalantly turned, with a wicked grin on my face, and started hopping up and down. I was trying to fly! Nothing happened; at least, I didn’t rise into the sky. What did happen is that I got the sass whupped out of me that day.

C’mon. Tell me that you have had strange dreams.

Not long ago, I had another strange dream. I dreamed I was a pot of paint [don't y'all go making fun]. I was white paint, but feeling very sad because I longed to be colorful. I wanted to be bold and vibrant so badly that I almost cried out with the pain of it.

A gentle Voice spoke. It seemed to be coming from all around me as It asked in a whisper, “What color do you want to be?”

“Oh!” I squeaked. “Yellow! Make me bright and sunny, or no—wait. Orange! That’s what I want to be; or no, maybe green. Green is soothing, that’s the one. But, purple is so pretty…”

“You have to choose one,” said the Voice.

“Only one?” I cried.

“One,” the Voice replied.

“Okaaaay,” I pouted. “I know. I want to be blue! Everybody loves blue.”

“Is that your final answer?” the Voice whispered.

“Final answer,” I said. “Blue, final answer.”

And, I was blue; light blue the color of the sky. I was the color of my Daddy’s eyes.

A huge artist’s paintbrush came out of the sky, and I was thrilled. “Use me!” I called out.

The brush dipped into the blueness of me, and spread me across an enormous canvas that stretched as far as I could see. “More,” I said. “I want to be bigger.”

Once again, the brush dipped and spread blue across the canvas.

“NO!” I called out. “MUCH more. I want to be huge!”

That brush spread me all over the canvas. I was everywhere. Blueness was all that could be seen. Then, the view in my dream zoomed out. I saw before me a magnificent landscape painting. I was only one tiny speck on the canvas. It took many colors to make a masterpiece.

In my waking hours, I have a dream to provide afghans to comfort children with cancer. I want each afghan to be crafted by many hands. I’m just a tiny part of the picture; I happened to be the first color used. It takes many colors to make the masterpiece complete. Will you be part of the colors of my dream?

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