“A Good Book”, Thanks To A Dream…

It happened to be a sunny day in the city, where Sheila lived and worked. She loved her little apartment because it was the thing dreams were made of. She loved herself and her life, and she loved everything about the crowded little Boston suburbs.

Sheila was starting to be spiritual about life. She loved to have her cup of tea during the afternoon when it wasn’t as hot during the day. She loved her tea with a little bit of Cinnamon and mint leaves that she got from the supermarket close by

Sheila Daugherty was a curious reflective individual. She had completed her high school education a few years ago and was dreaming of doing college. She knew that getting through high school was not as easy as it appeared.

Sheila realized some harrowing experiences seemed to make it obvious why so many dropped out. She wanted to make writing her career because she was naturally talented at it.

One fine day, when Sheila was sitting down at her desk near her bed in her cosy little room she started to daydream. She happened to be working on a fictional story about a young woman who was in love and at a crossroads in life.

Sheila was lost in thought for a few seconds when her mind came back to what she needed to be focusing on. She stared at the laptop screen and realized that she had typed nearly 6000 of the 10,000 words of what was going to be a short manuscript.

Sheila tried to type at least 500 words every day. She never bothered too much about how much she was writing, she wanted to write something that her readers would appreciate her for.

Sheila happened to have a little pocket Bible that she carried with her everywhere she went. After she was done writing, she liked to pause, take a breather, and show her gratefulness to who she thought was God by reading the Bible. She did this because she was grateful to God for allowing her this much freedom to be creative with her time in her Life.

Sheila flipped to a page in the bible and there was a phrase that she loved so much that resonated for some reason. “You make known to me the path of life; you will fill me with joy in your presence, with eternal pleasures at your right hand.” Sheila knew her past was something she could put behind her, and her writing career seemed like the perfect way to make a new start.

She looked at the verse and examined it. She wondered if through it, God or even The Universe was going to align to make something new happen for her. She knew she wanted to follow her Christian faith and be true to her roots.

As she sat down at the table in front of her laptop screen. She wondered about the protagonist of her story and what sort of future path she was going to write for her. She decided to turn off the laptop and decided to look at her phone for a little while. She enjoyed using the laptop because the screen was larger, and it was perfect for doing her work from home job-related assignments.

While Sheila was busy scrolling through her phone, she fell asleep without touching the cup of tea. She was asleep at her desk when she dreamed a strange dream about young Moses in the desert and when he thought he encountered God.

According to the story, young Moses was true to what he thought his calling was and insisted on being who God made him to be despite all kinds of peer pressure. Sheila suddenly woke up from her dream and thought deeply about whether perhaps was a sign from the universe, or perhaps even God. The thing about this dream was it was so realistic, it was almost as if it was sent by God, and when she woke up she pinched herself saying ‘it was all a dream’

Sheila decided to get back to work on the Laptop and had a small sip of the tea which wasn’t as hot anymore. She thought about her book’s protagonist whom she had precariously named Jill Lisbon. She wondered whether she was going to do college or not. She had inadvertently based the book’s protagonist on herself, and she had many of Sheila’s qualities.

Sheila knew for sure the dream had something to do with the biblical words she had read before she fell asleep. She wondered about their deeper meaning, and how they would help her in the big bad world.

She thought about how the main character of the book, and herself were in a similar dilemma. She felt as if she needed the story she was writing needed to have a social conscience, just so she could be true to the voice inside. She almost felt as if Jill Lisbon would be a more believable Heroine if she looked like she knew what she was doing with her life.

Sheila started to type the rest of the story and enjoyed the tea as well. She decided that she would make sure that Jill was serious about her College education. That way Jill too could be a writer in future parts of the same story, and maybe people would relate to her.

Sheila wrote around 1000 words that day, which was a lot more than she was used to writing daily. She knew the surge of inspiration came from the bible verse and the curious dream she had.

She knew that as a budding writer, that was trying to make a living off her writing she could write just about anything. Sensational writing seemed to sell, but it also made a writer question the fabric of their existence.

When people asked questions about the whims and fancies of a protagonist a writer created, sometimes it would leave the writer feeling guiltier than ever. It was not an easy feeling to go to bed with at night.

That night before she went to bed, Sheila whispered a small prayer and thanked God for another beautiful day. She re-visited the bible verse You make known to me the path of life; you will fill me with joy in your presence, with eternal pleasures at your right hand.” which she read before she worked on a crucial part of her fiction story.

She realized that there was nothing better than being able to sleep with a guiltless conscience. She thought about how people in the Bible who looked up to Godly wisdom often enjoyed what seemed to be a fuller existence and an almost unreal contentment.

While it seemed fun to want to write something intense that readers would remember her for, she realized that writing with a conscience would save her from a lot of trouble. Sheila was happy she relied on the deeper meaning of the biblical proverb, and she slept soundly that night. She knew her book was going to do well too.