Coffee With Jesus

I’m here alone in my parents’ house. They’ve gone camping for the weekend, so I’ll have the house to myself until Monday evening. I can’t enjoy the quiet, though, as I am a working class holy man, working 14 hour days with none off unless I’m blessed with rain. I’m wishing and dancing for some in the morning.

I had my first dream in many months last night (Or the first remembered in that time, as we’re all supposed to be having dreams). I dreamed that Jesus and I were drinking coffee in a small, cozy coffee shop. He seemed to be changing his appearance slowly, merging mythical versions with cultural traits. For several moments he was even a Rasta, his head a mass of dreads and his eyes deep and kind.
We had a good long, honest chat, communicating like old friends as the rain pelted the glass wall to my right. At different points we talked with honesty of our feelings about our lives. I talked about how unsure my future seems, my wish to do holy deeds and how I’ve felt betrayed by someone I trusted very much. He poured his heart out about not doing as well as a saviour as he could have. We talked at length about the many troubles of the world and how we see them and their solutions. He gave me some pointers on what not to do, and offered encouragement. It was such an easy and real feeling time, with I even filling my usual role as faithful listener.
Near the end of my dream, as Jesus and I were finishing our cups and preparing to leave, another person walked into the coffee shop. She was drenched by the heavy rain, but radiated beauty. Her dark hair clung to the dark blue rain jacket she wore, and she moved with a casual, light grace that was winsome. She was introduced as his sister and the two soon departed, saying goodbyes and promising to meet again for more cups of coffee.
I have so few dreams, so I’m trying to decode what this one might mean. I’m not a Christian, so the significance of Jesus is not as it would be if I followed that faith. However, my high school nickname was Jesus, and I’ve long been facinated by the saviour archetype, often thinking on it and discovering its personal and global meanings. Does anyone have any ideas for how to interpret this dream?

1 comment on “Coffee With Jesus

  1. Hi hi! Sorry about the delay. But I went through a couple of different books on this one and they all offer pretty much the same things reegarding your dream. I'll break it downin pieces for you:

    Jesus: There is no religious significance to him in your dreams, instead, he represents the human experience in life. Conflict, temptations, etc. Where life becomes conscious and not just lived, it means a powerful process in your conscious, expressionof your own potential. It is also a warniong of not taking responsibility to try to achieve your own highest ideals and to overcome your anxieties and just live your life the way you want. All the things you discussed are things you want to work on in some way or another in your life. His hopes and fears are your own.

    The coffee part: This represents social rituals…friendship, intimacy, what you thirst for or desire…these relate to your consciousness of life, the things you could have been taling to Jesus about in your dream.

    Rain & woman: Depressed feelings and difficulties, specifically with a woman who makes you feel extra sensitive, a woman you care for and has the same type of features as the woman you have in your dreams.

    My overall interpretation would be hidden feelings for a woman you desire, who you don't feel good enough about yourself to act upon and you feel hindered. I think it's all about looking at your subconscious and doing what you need to do to make yourself happy.

    Of course, I could be wrong, but 4 different books have the specific interpretations I mentioned. I hope this helped some!

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