I woke up at four in the morning yesterday with my heart racing like a drum. I sat there in the dark, staring at the ceiling, trying to wrap my head around what I just saw. I dreamt about this priest, an old guy with a long beard and hands that looked like tree bark, just standing there at a crossroads pointing me toward a thick forest. He didn’t say a word, but his eyes were like two bright lamps. It felt so real that I could almost smell the incense and wet dirt.
I’ve never been much of a religious guy, and to be honest, I usually spend my days dealing with spreadsheets and broken plumbing, not spiritual signs. But this hit me different. I spent the whole morning dragging my feet at work, wondering if this was a good omen or if I was about to walk into a disaster. I started digging around online, talking to some old-timers at the coffee shop, and even dusty-ing off some books my grandma left behind to see what this “priest guide” thing was all about.
First thing I did was look at the vibe of the dream. Was I scared? Not really. I felt more like a kid lost in a mall who finally found a security guard. In the dream, I followed his finger and started walking into the woods. Some people tell you that a priest means death or bad luck is coming, but after chewing on it for a few hours, I realized that’s just spooky talk to keep kids in line. Realistically, when a figure like that shows up to point the way, it’s usually about inner stuff you’ve been ignoring.
The Practical Side of the Vision
I started looking at my life over the last few months. It’s been a mess. I’ve been stuck between staying at my boring desk job or finally trying to sell those hand-carved benches I make in the garage. I’ve been paralyzed by choice. Seeing that priest wasn’t some magical spell; it was my brain finally screaming at me to listen to my gut. He wasn’t telling me which path was “right,” he was just telling me to pick one and stop standing still at the crossroads.
I talked to this guy I know, an old neighbor who used to be a chaplain. He laughed when I told him I was worried it was a bad omen. He told me, “Son, if someone offers you a flashlight in a dark room, do you complain about who’s holding it?” That stuck with me. A priest in a dream is just a symbol of authority and wisdom. Whether you believe in the church or not, your mind uses that image because it represents someone who knows the “rules” of the soul. It’s a good sign because it means you’re finally ready to be honest with yourself.
- Clarity: The priest represents a part of you that already knows the answer.
- Transition: Moving from the road to the forest means leaving the “safe” path for something more real.
- Protection: Usually, these figures act as a shield, meaning you aren’t going into the unknown alone.
What I Ended Up Doing
By the time evening rolled around, I stopped worrying about “omens” and started looking at the practice of it. I went out to my garage, dusted off my tools, and actually finished a leg on a bench I’d left sitting for three months. The fear of “bad luck” just evaporated. I realized that dreaming of a guide—priest or otherwise—is only a bad omen if you choose to ignore the direction and stay stuck forever.
I’ve decided to treat it as a green light. Life is too short to worry if a dream is a ghost or a warning. If something shows up in your head telling you where to go, you might as well start walking. I’m not saying I’m going to start going to Sunday service every week, but I’m definitely going to stop second-guessing my own instincts. If that old man in my head thinks the forest is the way to go, then I’m packing my bags and heading in.
In the end, it’s all about how you handle it. I feel more solid today than I did two days ago. No more crossroads for me; I’m deep in the trees now, and the air feels a lot better here.
