Dream: Two Brothers

04.12.2009

Notes:

1. In this dream, the same neighbor showed up. It seems in my few dreams he has been used by the Lord to represent a particular person who is not part of our family, yet still is his friend and is honored by my father. It is very interesting how I learn to get acquainted with the way the Lord personifies things, like with members of my family.
2. I had this dream in the morning of Easter Sunday, so I have no difficulty to trace the date. There is something strange about the timing of it. I had no idea that day is Easter, nor did I have a clue of its traditions. I leant one of them when the Pinson’s children were picking up eggs hidden in grass at their front yard later that day.
3. Because the dream is a little repulsive to me, many times I resisted the urge to write it down. However, the Lord would not let me go. He told to me to pay special attention to the order of the table, for it has significance in prophetic meanings. I will do so here.
4. In this dream, my father has only two sons, my second brother and me. This is not the case in real life. In real life, I have an older brother, 9 years older than me; and a second brother, 8 years older. In real life, my big brother is a bit of a “trouble maker’, if you will; my second is rather a very prudent and “smart” guy. He cares a lot about the family and was very obedient as far as I know. He would never act the way he did in the dream.

In this dream, I was sitting at an extensive table with our neighbor. The place was not our real home, which used to be a shabby place made of rough stones, mud and straws. Rather it was a huge dining hall like in a magnificent mansion. Floor, wall and pillars were made of marble with ornamental stones or gold articles-not so sure now. Our neighbor was invited as our guest, sitting at my left hand. My father was supposed to sit at my right hand, at the head of the table; my second brother at his right hand, the other side of me.

Now dinner was already served. It was time to eat. But my father and brother were absent. As we waited, I could sense our neighbor became a bit upset as we began to hear voices coming out of a room next to the dining hall. Two of us recognized that there was an intense argument going on. I waited a bit longer, hoping this could settle down and they come for dinner. But the voices became louder and louder. Finally, I got up, decided to look into the matter and settle it down.

I closed the door behind me, only to find myself in front of an argument I never would have expected. I thought it were some servants got into an argument or something. But no, it was my father and brother! My father was scorning my brother, who buried his head with his eyes fixing to the floor. He was murmuring and unyielding. This was just out of his character. Father was a man of great inner strength and always held his composure. He was respected by everyone. So in real life my brother would never dare to be so stubborn as to openly argue with my father, especially in a solemn occasion like this.

As I was astonished with what I saw. Suddenly, a vision and its understanding unfolded before me, which is still very repulsive for me to think of it.

In this vision, I found myself looking at a burial ground. It was damp and dark, with no sign of life or color. Small piles of dirt laid out in rows. I recognized that they were burial place for babes. They were all buried alive after just after being born. Each was abandoned by their parents as they were involved in adultery, so all the children were illegitimate children. The criminal act was to cover up their sinful conduct so they could go on their normal life. The child became a victim of sin-they were buried alive by the hands of their parents!

Now, a strange thing was happening. Somehow, each grave was buried with an egg in it as well. Now, the eggs were crying out. They wanted to get out of the grave. Under the one just in front of me was the babe born after my brother and the wife of our neighbor. Somehow, they buried the poor thing there all these years till the egg came out and the shameful thing was disclosed to my father.

My father was angry and broken. He demanded my brother to openly confess his sin to the neighbor now and then he would have him back to the dinner table, a sign of reconciliation. But my brother refused to do so. This was his argument: I did all these to protect our family’s reputation, so that I would not have brought shame to you. Now no one else knew this, why not just let everything go on as it used to be. It would do no one harm. Indeed, all these years, He tried his best to please father, in fear and shame. He did cover the whole matter up. He also stopped messing around with the woman after the painful and cruel act. My father refused. He demanded that apology and confession be made as of now. Or else, He would have to cast my brother out of the family. My brother pleaded and begged, only to find no avail of his way. He turned and walked out of the home.

As my father saw the door closed and my brother left, he began to wail in a loud voice. “Now, who will take care of my business? Who will take care of me when I am old?” He was so broken and struck by sorrow that I finally woke up to what was going on in front of me. Feeling deeply his pain, it melt me. At the moment, I was still a bit terrified with the whirlwind of confrontations between my beloved father and brother. Puzzled, shocked and a bit numbed, I ran to my father, clang to his chest and embraced him as I fell on him.

“Father, please do not worry! Let me take care of you, Let me take care of you! “