Sunday, August 20, 2017

Sweet Dreams

11:29 a.m. Sweet dreads...sweet dreans...nope. Sweet Dreams! That's me trying to tile this. Hahah.

Anyway, God gave me some awesome dreams as I slept in today.

One of them is I was in France and walking a stone promenade alongside a river. The promenade broke off at the end, literally, and these medium sized waves crashed against it. It splashed as I entered the restaurant at the end.

Now, I read somewhere (Real life) that there is some restaurant that seats you with strangers instead of your own booth. So, in the dream, that's what happened.

I walked in, not knowing much french (besides my numbers and a few words as I later would point out) and raised a finger to signal I was a party of one.

I said hi and one of them leaned in and told their coworker 'American.'

They seated me with a young American couple and when they took my order, I asked for a cheeseburger to start. A few seconds later, a very limp McDonalds cheeseburger was in my hand. I don't remember receiving it, it was just there.

About the couple, one looked of Middle Eastern descent and the woman was a blonde young woman. They were in winter gear, the kind you would wear after skiing in the Alps or something.

So I started conversating with the other Americans. I asked if they could recommend anywhere to stay, and they couldn't think of anywhere that wasn't expensive.

The next thing i remember, fuzzily, is our serve broken down in the corner. Apparently, she was stressed from not being able to get my order from me. I think I said something, then I walked away while another server said 'McDonalds.' (I know I said nothing to do with McDonalds, that much.) So yeah, that was a wild one.

Another one was where I met Jonathan Rhys Meyers, Mara Lane, and their baby. I took a photo with them and for some reason afterward, Jonny had a printed copy and cut me out of a photo (with just me in it.) I recall asking what he was doing that but I can't remember.

In the next scene, I'm at dinner with an African American woman (who was supposed to be Mara) and her friend and April. The woman was in tears and we were trying to comfort her. I guess because he'd been a gone a long while and it was starting to bother her. That's all I remember.

In yet ANOTHER dream, the beginning is fuzzy. It was almost like a rooftop cookout and I remember pointing out that it was day on our side, but when we turned and looked, there was an area in complete night with sparkling stars overlooking a big town.

We all whipped out the phones. I wound up disappointed because I realized I couldn't save these awesome pictures to keep for real life...hard though I tried.

I walked to some sort of edge, then quietly dove off and flew over the town for a while. Then there was a lot of flying around some more, some praying off the devil, and that's what I recall. So yeah.

I've been told I dream quite vividly. Personally, I'm just thankful to God for dreams that aren't dipped in sin. IF that makes sense.

All Glory, Praise, Thanks and all things be to almighty God on the highest forever and ever in Jesus name, amen. God is able to do above all we ask or think!

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