I rarely remember my dreams. Most
mornings, they dissolve the moment I open my eyes, leaving only a vague feeling
behind. Yet once in a while, a dream imprints itself so clearly that it follows
me through the day. The last dream I vividly recall was of receiving a parcel
of books as a gift—beautifully wrapped, unexpectedly delivered, and filled with
titles I had long wished to read.
Looking back, the dream wasn’t
entirely surprising. That evening, I had been scrolling through my wishlist,
thinking about the books I hoped to buy soon. Add to that the number of
book-giveaway contests flooding my social media feed, and it’s no wonder my
mind wove those experiences into a single, delightful image of opening a parcel
full of books.
But dreams involving books often
carry deeper symbolism. Books represent imagination, curiosity, escape, and
inner growth. To receive them as a gift is to be seen, understood, and
cherished—because books are the most personal gifts of all. They reflect taste,
thought, and affection.
Literature has long celebrated
this love for books. Ray Bradbury famously called them “portable magic,” and
that magic doubles when the book comes wrapped as a surprise. In Little Women,
Jo March receives books that feed her ambition. Roald Dahl’s Matilda treats
books as precious gifts that empower a child surrounded by chaos. Even Jhumpa
Lahiri, in The Namesake, uses book-gifting as a quiet expression of love,
identity, and connection.
Tagore, too, often described books
as soulful companions—gifts that stay long after the occasion passes.
Perhaps my dream carried the same
sentiment. It wasn’t just about parcels or presents; it was about the joy of
discovering new worlds and the hope that one day such a surprise may turn real.
Because books have that power—they arrive with possibilities, even in our
dreams.
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