A young man dreams that the sun, the moon, and eleven stars bow down to him, and he tells his brothers, who hate him for it. A dream like this does not come from vanity. It rises from a deeper layer of the mind that sometimes shows a person the shape of who they are becoming, long before their waking life catches up.
Such dreams feel too large to be personal, and they frighten those who hear them. But the dream is not a boast. It is the deeper mind pointing ahead, showing the dreamer a task and a growth that still lie far in front of him.