It’s Gonna Be Alright

I had the most peaceful dream last night. I wanna tell you about it, but even as a writer, I have the hardest time describing my dreams. Hopefully, I can this time, though.

You know how dreams are. Sometimes, you’re just not sure how you wound up somewhere, and even if you do, you’re not sure where you are anyway. That’s kind of how this dream started.

I walked through these doors that looked like maybe the front of a mall. The walls were glass, and there was a set of doors on one side, and another set on the other side. But the middle section came to a point, as the walls, and the doors set inside them, were at a 90-degree angle.

I pushed open the door and stepped out into the bright sunshine, the light breeze whipping my hair around my face. I took in the scene that I found myself in after stepping outside and letting my eyes adjust.

What I was standing on looked like a ledge, about 3-feet wide, and covered with roofing shingles, or at least that’s what it felt like in my dream. Rough. Like sandpaper. And solid black. To my right, it ran all the way down, maybe 20 to 30 feet, and attached to a brick wall. Same on the left side.

I walked over to the point between the doors where the two edges met and formed the angle, and leaned back into it and looked out over the ledge. From the way things looked, I was about five stories up in a very populated city area. There were buildings on both sides. Some looked like businesses, with signage in the windows, and others – on the upper levels – looked like apartments, with hanging flower baskets on some balconies and short clotheslines with linens hanging on them on others.

Everything smelled fresh… like those clean clothes. Beneath me, on the ground, the area between the buildings was like a kind of patio and people were bustling about. Some were sitting on benches beneath street lights, talking and enjoying one another’s company.

But you know what was interesting? No a single cell phone could be seen. No one had ear buds sticking out of their ears. It was like stepping back in time.

Then, I turned to my left and saw a young man making his way towards me on the ledge. I don’t know where he came from. There were no doors along the walls on either side. The ledge just went all the way down on either side to a brick wall, with no windows or anything. But yet, this young man, looking to be in his mid-twenties, was walking towards me with a friendly smile. He was wearing khaki pants, a navy blue long-sleeved dress shirt, and dark sunglasses. His short black hair was wavy and vibrant. I didn’t know him. I knew that right away. But I smiled right back.

He halfheartedly waved, not quite raising his hand entirely, then shoved his hands into his pockets as he leaned back against the glass beside me. Looking at the same scene laid out before us both now, he finally spoke after a few quiet moments. “You know,” he said, “I haven’t seen anyone in a face mask in days now.” Then he turned his face towards me with that same smile.

I said, “Yes, I know! I think we’re finally past it all. Maybe things will go back to normal now.”

He turned his head towards me again. “Oh no,” he said, smiling, “It’s gonna be way better than normal ever was before.”


Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted within me? hope in God: for I shall yet praise him, who is the health of my countenance, and my God.

Psalm 43:5, KJV

2 Comments

  1. Sounds like plans to prosper and not to harm, plans to give us a hope and a future! Praise the Lord! 🙌🏼🙌🏼🙌🏼💃🏼

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