The author neatly tied together a storyline of dreams - of hopes, Its everyday's ups and downs. In our waking world, we have so many desires - so many needs. Much of what we see reflected in the mirror is determined by our personal history. There's not a one of us who doesn't have baggage to drag around from the past. Some of it can be pretty heavy at times. That's okay, so we're told.
This is really a story about me. About you. It's about the balance between struggle and success. All our individual stories are as different as falling snowflakes, though, they all contain a common thread that binds us all together - Humanity.
Charles James, formerly Charles Gonzalez, charged out to set the world on fire. A once-in-a-lifetime offer was made to him. One he could refuse. It was finally time to grab the brass ring. All he had to do was reach out and grab it. He'd been held back his whole life. No more. He already knew all too well who he didn't want to be. Anymore.
Charles was not satisfied with what life had handed him. Better yet, what his life had been doing to him, not for him. Nothing, so it seemed. It certainly wasn't giving him the financial success that he so greatly desired - so greatly needed, so he thought. Even though he found the love of his life, it hadn't been enough. He needed more. Much more. Later, he was to discover that everything came with a price tag attached. "Be careful what you wish for."
On his roller coaster ride of building new bridges, figuratively speaking, Charles had been plagued with a reoccurring dream. Actually, it was a nightmare. "He's walking along a broken road, on both sides there is fire, wailing, screaming, crying and sirens." It's utterly terrifying. He woke up in cold sweats. He thought, "Was this a vision of things to come?" It was!
When we sleep, we dream. Can any of our dreams be prophetic? We can only wonder. I'll leave you with this final thought: it's documented that Abraham Lincoln had dreamt he visited a funeral at the Oval Office. He had asked a soldier on guard, "who was the deceased?" The soldier said solemnly, "It was the president." This was 10 days before he was assassinated. This too is a narrative about a dream, perhaps, a nightmare come true. One, you won't want to miss.