Dreams...

Some may hate it when others tell them about the dream they had last night, but hey, it's my blog and I'll tell what I want, when I want...and nay sayers can just pound sand.

The last few nights have been exceptional and a bit dark (as dreams go). Sunday night I dreamt I was part of an ER scene. The body on the table was filled with tiny holes (shotgun type shot) in the front and larger holes in the back & the doctors were trying to piece together everything in the middle.

The patient was shot and not doing well. During the dream I came to the conclusion (dream conclusion remember) that if my daughter asked me how people die, the only good (or true to my dreamself) answer I could give was: "People die in only one way. We die when our spirits no longer attach to our bodies, and some people are able to fight to hold on to the body a bit longer then others."

In the dream is seemed to make sense. Then I became the patient and had to try to put this idea into practice.

When I mentioned this dream to Eva she was a bit taken aback and asked if I had talked with Amariah in the past couple days about Amariah's dreams. No (I can talk about my dreams, but have difficultly focusing on others doing the same).

Eva said Amariah had dreamt I was shot as well...so we woke Amariah up and she said I was shot by a hunter's gun, like in bambi...alrighty then, my daughter has dark dreams about death and guns (anyone wonder which side of the gene-pool she gets that from? me neither).

Well, this morning I enjoyed a different dream, filled with ghosts and demons, possession and carnage...you know the run-of-the-mill kind of stuff (no gun shot wounds though).

Guess it serves me right for finally starting to read the scriptures again, huh? I'm off to work now, so good day to you.