I had a dream the other morning. Part of a dream; I don't remember the rest of it, but this part is intriguing.
I had a batch of cards, and I was throwing them away. Probably a periodic cull, because I usually keep cards and letters but eventually they take up too much space and some of them have to go.
I was looking through them before leaving them in a trash can, and I found money in the pile. I looked farther and found some more. A couple of dollar bills here, larger bills elsewhere. I realized at some point I hadn't looked through all of these cards before tossing them, and in looking through them one piece at a time I found more money. Not in every card, but in some of them. A dollar here, a couple there. I found at least one $100 bill. I found at least one $35 bill too, which my dream self wasn't sure what to make of (my waking self isn't much more certain). I think I woke up before I finished the job.
I don't try to interpret dreams in a literal, directly-symbolic way. I don't think they generally work like that. But I do think the emotional content of them holds true. They also reflect what's going on in our waking lives -- not all the time, but sometimes.
I remember the surprise in my dream of finding money where I didn't expect to -- though not much surprise, because I've done this very thing in real life, checking cards before I toss them in case something was hidden inside them. I remember lightly kicking myself for missing these things, and realizing I needed to look in every single card to find what I had missed.
I remember what a relief it was to know I had money to hand. I remember wishing there was more, but glad there was any at all.
I remember the startled stillness of seeing a large bill in the pile, and the immediate mental prayer of thanks, because of what a difference such a find would make to my real-life finances right now.
I remember my disappointed skepticism over the $35 bill, but on further scrutiny, wondering if it wasn't after all genuine. I planned to check it and make sure, anyway. (Maybe denominations in dream-currency run differently than those in real life. Who knows?)
I remember realizing there was money right to hand, and I didn't even know it -- and that I had been about to throw it away, but fortunately checked just in time.
I remember thinking that God was providing something I needed as a gift, and what a beautiful wonder that was.
I don't fully know what to make of this dream. But the broad strokes are very intriguing. They give me hope.