I’m a dreamer. Always have been, always will be. At any given moment my mind is a million miles away dreaming of some idea, some plan, some far-off ideal to work towards. And it drives people crazy.
One night Joseph had a dream, and when he told his brothers about it, they hated him more than ever. “Listen to this dream,” he said. “We were out in the field, tying up bundles of grain. Suddenly my bundle stood up, and your bundles all gathered around and bowed low before mine!” His brothers responded, “So you think you will be our king, do you? Do you actually think you will reign over us?” And they hated him all the more because of his dreams and the way he talked about them. (Genesis 37:5-8 NLT)
An American friend once described English culture as like garden in the Spring – the second a daisy pops its head above the rest someone comes along and cuts it down to everyone else’s level. You see, we are not like our continental cousins. We do not celebrate pioneers and entrepreneurs as embodiments of the American Dream. We seem to, well, hate them.
I was musing on this the other day as I read the story of Joseph and his sweet coat in Genesis 37. I think the coat is not massively relevant to the story, but maybe it’s a metaphor for the colourful kaleidoscope of thoughts in the mind of dreamers like old Joe. So I thought I’d explore this idea some more, and turn it into a little guide for dreamers.