My husband had a bizarre dream about 3-ish days before the whole world turned topsy-turvy. He woke up in the middle of the night, and for this peri-menopausal chick, that’s the hour (or three) of prayer, so I was already wide awake when he began to tell me about it, in his only-partially-awake state of consciousness. I knew it was prophetic and I needed to absorb it, because he wouldn’t recall it in the morning.
In his dream, he was in a mental hospital. He began to observe that most of the people in there were not mentally ill, or at least they hadn’t been when they were first admitted. Rather, they went crazy because of isolation. You see, they were all afraid of each other, because they believed everyone else was insane. They were in a mental hospital, after all. Their fear caused them not to talk to anyone else, and that, my friends, is why they lost their sanity. At one point in his dream, he began to approach someone who looked terrified, and my compassionate husband, drew near to check on the man. He got about 6 feet away (no lie, he had this dream before he’d ever heard the word “coronavirus”!), and the guy recoiled and yelled “Get away from me! I don’t know what’s wrong with you!”
In the morning, I reminded Smiles of his dream and wrote it down in a journal, because I knew it had significance. I didn’t, however, understand it’s full meaning, and even wrote that in my journal… that I had yet to fully comprehend what it meant.
Until a few days later, when I began to watch it unfold before my eyes.
My friends, I understand that we are in desperate times and must take precautionary measures to keep others, and even ourselves, from contracting a dangerous virus. But I think now, more than ever, we also must be mindful of the fact that isolation can make a soul lose their sanity. And that fear can be more deadly than a virus.
