Cue Alarm Clock.

I had a weird dream last night. A dream that I don't think I've ever experienced before. Not the first part at least. This dream started off as I was trying to locate my Dad in a certain Circumstance. He was a spy or undercover. Why I assumed it was my Dad? I have no idea because he looked nothing like my Dad. But as the dream unfolded my heart felt more and more oppressed. He vanished seemingly to contemplate what life would have been like if he had maybe never met my Mother. He escaped and erased the past as if the life I had remembered never happened. But within my dream the past that I had remembered was filled with injustice, oppression, abuse and darkness (which is much darker looking to me than the majority of my childhood recollections).

I was trapped in a room covered in dirt and pain for what seemed like a lifetime. But then something happened. and these things began to reverse. After what seemed like an eternity, The door was opened and I walked out into the life that had seemingly been indeed if my Dad had never met my Mother but someone else. I was still seemingly me but everyone around me was different. Is this fate? Would this have happened in real life? My life in this way was full of earthly riches and spoils. I walked around the house and down stairs. I passed my brother who was clearly my brother but looked nothing like him. Was he the same as I?

As I got down to the basement it was an entire lagoon of a playground and exploration that seemed to have been abandoned as any toy would because of older growing children loosing interest. So naturally there were stray cats everywhere.

This is where the dream became familiar again. A certain cat gains interest in me in a very negative way. Hissing and coming closer to me and then keeps trying to attack me. It grabs hold of my left thumb and I am thrashing it around trying to knock in unconscious. The dream cuts to another scene and this cat is still prowling trying to find the right angel to attack and I have a hamer in my hand and at this point I am trying hard to physically hit it and injure it enough to grab hold of the idea that it should stop attacking me. but every time I try to hit it, my reflexes fail and I only jab or graze the cat while it's confused looking at me hissing.

This cat part of the dream I have remembered on two other occasions of rest. All I know is that it fuels my dislike for cats even more.

... Cue alarm clock.


For as long as I can remember I have always had vivid dreams. It's like Inception but clearly not.

I know that I am not the only one who wonders what life would be like in a different light, perspective, life, or events. Though I can't say for sure what this dreams subject matter even was there are aspects that I think about as the reversal of the dirt and grime that began to disappear on me in that locked room and then the door openning after what seemed like an eternity, I see that as Jesus entering my life and how even if my life was different.

It is extremely far fetched to wonder if I would still be the same kind of person if I hadn't been born from my Mothers womb but someone elses. Regardless this is just a dream and I am all the more thankful that I was born from my Mothers womb. I am glad I look like my parents and no one elses. I am joyful that I have their traits and heritage. I am thankful that my Dad did choose my Mom because through it my brother and I were created and I am thankful for their lives and mine.

It's truly amazing what can happen during your deepest R.E.M.s. Perhaps we must be more careful in the types of rest that we seek and gain. If we spend too much time dwelling and translating, we may miss the simplicity of Gods love and passion for us.

I will try not to spend the rest of my days trying to translate an insane house feline attacking my left thumb...




-Keep Adventuring.




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