Week Two

Dreams

I have dreams. (I am so smart when I'm asleep!) If there is a problem I am struggling with, the answer sometimes comes in a dream. My family has gotten used to hearing me run to the computer at 5:00 start typing away.

I also often dream of people I haven't seen for a long time, and then I see them the next day. My Grandmother had the same gift and so does my aunt. One time we all dreamed the same dream.

On incident I remember was that when Mt. St. Helens blew up, I had a dream that I was standing on a bridge, then falling into a raging waterfall, and finally ending up in a high school gymnasium. I didn't think anything of it at the time, but the news had pictures of my dream. I believe I was having someone else's experience, but I don't know whom. I have researched it a bit to try to find out, but have had no luck. I believe the person survived, and like many others went to a red cross station that was set up in a school.

Another example, which is more typical, happened this week. I was dreaming that I was overlooking a pool with big orange balls that were coming to the surface of the water. The next night while watching Star Trek, I saw the orange balls, in the background of one of the scenes. It was very specifically the same balls, same size, same color, and same dark center. What does it mean? Who knows... Why can't I see tomorrow's Powerball numbers instead of something so insignificant?

I don't usually think much beyond the dreams. Maybe this would be a good thing for me to learn about and try to develop.

What do I want?

I want someone to love me.

This has been my thing for the last few years, and it has been a hard road. Primarily because you can't control others. This came from a time where I was feeling very unlovable, so it is a step. I do feel loved now, so my next step is to love myself, which is a struggle sometimes, but I'm moving forward.

This song is for ME, a very special gift.

Meditations?

I don't meditate regularly, but I do many different types of things that bring me peace. Sometimes it is music, sometimes I dance, Japanese painting is good. Of course spending time with nature is also on the list.

Woodworking is also good; there is something about it that feels very right. My grandfather was a carpenter, and he would take us to his house, and let us play in his shop. Now I use his tools, which are very dear to me.

What is Truth?

Truth is that voice in the back of my head that tells me when I'm kidding myself. It sounds a lot like my mother.

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