Two friends meet in a park. They each have a different direction in life and one of them had been wanting to tell the other something amazing he had been learning. However, due to the nature of the topic, he figured the conversation had to wait until the right day. It was the kind of thing that could either be the beginning of something great or it could just fall flat. Finally, the day came. Our two friends (Alex and Ben) met during a lunch break on a sunny, Wednesday afternoon near a coffee shop. Ben’s curiosity finally pushed him to ask Alex about his big mystery. Ben was now about to hear something that could change his life in ways he never imagined.

A Meeting Of Two Friends

I will open my mouth in a parable: I will utter dark sayings of old:

Psalms 78:2 (KJV)

SCENE FADE IN:

A CITY PARK – DAY

The sun filters through the leaves of old oak trees. ALEX (mid-30s, thoughtful, with a quiet intensity) and BEN (early 30s, pragmatic, wearing a skeptical smirk) sit on a weathered bench. Birds chirp in the background. Alex sips from a takeaway coffee cup, while Ben scrolls idly on his phone before pocketing it.

BEN
(leaning back, casual)
Alright, man, you’ve been hinting at this for weeks. Spill it. What’s with all the “mysterious dreams” talk? You sound like you’re auditioning for a psychic hotline.

ALEX
(laughing lightly)
It’s not like that, Ben. No crystal balls or tarot cards. But yeah, I’ve been having these dreams every night for the past couple of years. They’re not random—they are like messages. Symbolic images, you know? I have come to realize they’re from God, guiding me about my life, my future… even my calling.

BEN
(raising an eyebrow)
From God? Come on. Dreams are just your brain dumping junk from the day—pizza you ate, that argument with your boss. I’ve had weird ones too, but I don’t wake up thinking the Big Guy upstairs is DM’ing me. But hey, I’m listening. Tell me more. How do you know it’s not just… I don’t know, your subconscious playing tricks?

ALEX
Fair question. I was skeptical at first too. But these aren’t vague or forgettable. They’re vivid, packed with symbols that unfold in real life. It’s like getting a puzzle piece every night, and over time, they fit together. Let me give you an example. Remember when I quit my corporate job last year? Everyone thought I was nuts, including you.

BEN
(nodding, smirking)
Yeah, stable paycheck to… what, freelance writing? Bold move. But go on—how does that tie into dreams?

ALEX
About six months before, I started dreaming of a locked door in an old house. I’d try every key on this massive ring, but none fit. Night after night, frustration building. Then one dream, a voice—not audible, but clear in my mind—says, “The key is in the garden.” I wake up, jot it down, think nothing of it. But the symbols stuck: the house was my life, structured but confining. The keys were all the “safe” options I’d tried—promotions, side hustles. The garden? That represented growth, something new that required my attention and would eventually produce something tangible.

BEN
(leaning forward, intrigued but doubtful)
Okay, that’s poetic. But couldn’t that just be your mind processing stress? I mean, you were unhappy at work. Dreams reflect that.

ALEX
Sure, but here’s where it gets real. A week later, I’m at a friend’s barbecue—total coincidence—and I meet this guy who’s a publisher. We talk, and he mentions needing writers for inspirational stories. It clicks: the “garden” was that outdoor gathering. I pitch an idea on the spot, and boom, I get my first gig. That dream wasn’t random; it pushed me to look beyond the obvious. And since then, my writing’s taken off—articles on faith and purpose. It’s like it was foreshadowing my calling.

BEN
(squinting, processing)
Huh. That’s… interesting. But one lucky break? Could be chance. I’ve had dreams about flying or whatever, but they don’t mean squat. What else you got? Convince me this isn’t just you reading too much into it.

ALEX
Alright, another one. This was more personal. Last summer, I dreamed of a stormy sea, waves crashing over a small boat. I’m in it, bailing water frantically, but then I see a lighthouse on a cliff, its beam cutting through the fog. Woke up sweating, heart pounding. Symbols again—the storm was chaos in my life, the boat my isolation. The lighthouse? Guidance, hope.

BEN
(interrupting, half-joking)
Let me guess—you were confused about your direction and whether or not you did the right thing?

ALEX
Exactly. Things came up after I made the move from my career. At first, everything was fine but then some challenges came up and I started to doubt everything. When I woke up, I realized God was telling me I was having a faith crisis and that I needed to stay on track with His guidance. Nothing was wrong with where I was, it was just my natural fear of what would happen next that started getting to me. If I hadn’t paid attention to that dream, I’d have missed the fact God was confirming that I was really on the right track even though it didn’t look like it for a short time.

BEN
(scratching his chin, less skeptical now)
Okay, that’s harder to dismiss. But how do you know it’s God and not, like, some universal energy or just intuition? I mean, I’ve never really tracked my dreams. Wake up, forget ‘em, move on. You’re making me wonder if I’ve been missing something.

ALEX
That’s the point—most people do. But try it. Start journaling yours. Mine aren’t always grand; sometimes it’s small stuff. But other times, it’s really big. Like a few months ago, I dreamed of a withered tree in a desert, roots exposed. A bird lands, drops a seed, and suddenly green shoots appear. I woke up knowing it was about God using the metaphor of a bird to plant seeds that would continue to grow and produce something new. It’s predictive, Ben. Not fortune-telling, but directional—like a compass for my future path.

BEN
(thoughtful pause)
Predictive, huh? Give me one more. Something that led to where you are now, so I can see how it panned out.

ALEX
(smiling)
Deal. A few years ago I dreamed of climbing a mountain, steep and foggy. A well known woman who I know of in real life appears at the top. She is a preacher with a big teaching ministry. Symbols: the mountain is a challenge, the fog uncertainty. The woman refers to my own calling to mentor and teach using my dream experiences. All this was around the time I began my blog where I started telling my testimony of how I began to find my true calling in life. So the dream gave me a big clue about my assignment to reach people with my writing.

BEN
(leaning back, exhaling)
Man, you’re blowing my mind a bit. I always figured dreams were nonsense, but your examples… they line up too neatly to be nothing. Still, part of me wants proof, like a lab test or something. But yeah, I’ll start paying attention. Who knows? Maybe God’s been trying to talk to me too, and I’ve been hitting snooze.

ALEX
(laughing)
That’s all it takes—listen. It’s changed everything for me. My life’s not random anymore; it’s purposeful. True, not everything makes sense at first. Sometimes, I have to wait a bit to see things play out and connect with the dream. Most of the time, I’m able to connect real life to dreams – sometimes in a few days, other times in weeks or months. But the main point is that I no longer live my life in a clueless fog, not knowing where I’m going or if I’m doing what I really should be. The best part is that I have learned to put confidence in the fact that this is the God who created everything and He knows infinitely more about me and my future than I ever will. As long as I continue this journey, I will end up exactly where He planned for me to be.

BEN
Well, that would be something. I’ve never thought of it in that way. What you’re saying sounds like most of us are missing the biggest answers to the mysteries of our lives. All this you’re saying is going to take me some time to sort out. Let’s pick this up again, I’ve got to get back to work and pick up something on the way. Next time, maybe you can tell me when all this started with you?

They clink coffee cups. Ben looks contemplative as the camera pulls back, leaves rustling in the wind.

FADE OUT.

Sometimes a great story is best told by means of a fictional plot for a theatrical play or TV series. Alex and Ben are not real people but the story being told is very real (as you already know). What do you think? Are we on the brink of a new creative writing project? Let’s find out where this goes and who else might join us on the set.

But other fell into good ground, and brought forth fruit, some an hundredfold, some sixtyfold, some thirtyfold. Who hath ears to hear, let him hear.

Matthew 13:8-9 (KJV)

To be continued…

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