Mikeitz: (Genesis 41:1-44:17)…Perchance To Dream?

In the Talmud, Rav Hisda is quoted as saying that “a dream not interpreted is like a letter not read”. Well, in Mikeitz, the letter is read. Joseph achieves power on the strength of his ability to interpret dreams for Pharaoh. He rises to great power, assimilates into Egyptian culture, habits, dress and marriage, and in doing so, sets the stage for next week’s “reveal”.  In the meantime there is a powerful encounter with his brothers, now thrown into Egypt due to famine, an encounter that mirrors deception and maybe revenge?

But back to the dream. It is quite interesting to see the dream motif played out again. Joseph’s father, Jacob, dreamed his ladder and the notion of how dreams play out in Torah and, indeed our tradition is an interesting subject. You may be surprised to know that there is an actual ritual (hatovat chalom) that you can do in case you have a bad dream.

But I was wondering, as I looked at this portion, about us. As we get older, what do we dream of? The dreams of the young get much press. But, do we stop “dreaming” when, or, as we age? Some commentators saw dreams as our unconscious speaking to us (yes, before Freud) or perhaps an intimation of prophecy. Yet, as we deal with the reality of time, about futures that seem more finite, what do we dream of? Is it health, or longer life? Is it an escape from pain and suffering? Could it be what our legacy will be or a hope for a life that is not lived alone? And as we dream (or if) then the obvious question: how do we actualize that dream? And what of those who “have stopped dreaming”? What a shame to live without a thought of a tomorrow or our place in it?

Maybe this passage can shed light on the hoe that no matter what age we are, as long as we have life, we can have dreams and as long as we have them, we can hope for the courage to see them realized.

Shabbat shalom

Rabbi Richard F Address

1 Comment

  1. As is my minhag, I spent Christmas Eve at the synagogue with Steve Janove and the men in the IHOC program. I did not sleep all that well on the cots provided, but I dreamed of eating french toast for breakfast. I came back home at 9 in the morning, told Maxine of my dream, and she made me french toast. Such are the dreams of this alte kocker…
    Best wishes for a healthy and happy 2020. Mark

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