For years, I’ve been visited by a very vivid recurring dream that always left me bewildered. In this dream, I find myself wandering through a vast, desolate desert: yellow-orange hues of sand and the red sun. The scorching sun bears down on me, and a feeling of isolation engulfs my soul. As I trudge through the landscape, I encounter a mysterious male figure wearing a shabby-looking cloak. He leads me to some ancient door once painted in blue on which I see something similar to the number seven.
Each time I had this dream, I woke up feeling perplexed. Somewhere deep in me I knew it was a very significant dream, but I was unable to grasp its meaning. At that time, I was working my 9-5 job, had a nice pay, but no time or desire for my personal life. I shared the dream with friends and family, hoping someone might offer an explanation, but no one could decipher its enigmatic message.
Then, one fateful day, as I was exploring the city of Santa Fe in New Mexico, when I stumbled upon an art exhibition. As I entered the gallery, a painting caught my eye—a striking depiction of the desert from my dreams. The colors, the sun, and the sense of isolation mirrored the images that had haunted my sleep for years. My heart raced as I approached the painting, and there, in the corner I saw the artist’s name, and the first 2 letters were written in a way that resembled number seven.
In that moment, it all clicked—the dream, the painting, and the number. It was as if the dream had manifested into reality, woven into the canvas by the artist’s hand. As I stood there, mesmerized by the artwork, I felt an inexplicable connection to the artist’s interpretation of my dreams.
As fate would have it, I couldn’t resist the urge to learn more about the person behind this extraordinary piece of art. I made inquiries at the gallery and discovered that the artist’s name was Ithan, and he was hosting an artist talk the following week. Intrigued and drawn by an unexplainable pull, I decided to extend my stay in Santa Fe and attend the event.
The moment our eyes met during the artist talk, I knew there was something special about this encounter. It was as if our souls recognized each other from the depths of my dream, and the connection I felt to the painting amplified tenfold. We talked for 3 hours after the event, sharing our experiences, dreams, and inspirations.
In Ithan, I sensed a kindred spirit. Our conversations flowed effortlessly, as if we had known each other for a lifetime. As we spent more time together, it became evident that our life experiences, my dreams, and his art were not mere coincidences but a profound synchronicity that brought us together.
Today, Ithan is not just the artist whose painting captured my dream; he is my husband, my partner in life’s beautiful dance, and my fellow dream-weaver. Our love story is a living testament to the profound meaning dreams can hold, guiding us to soul connections that go far beyond what the eye can see, or mind can reason.
Laura Lee
