I never remember my dreams much, which I have always taken as a good thing because they are always crazy. They don't begin or end and they don't make any sense. They take people from Arkansas and Pennsylvania and even my childhood in Texas and mix them all up. I find myself at a DC in a facility I have never visited and I am my current age and I am looking for my grandmother in the seats and I cannot find her and everyone is laughing at the speaker and I am frustrated because I didn't hear what was funny. My grandmother cannot go to the restroom without me to walk with her and I am worried she is waiting on me but I am looking up in the stands though she always sat on the flat floor. And the facility is so big I wonder if I am dreaming about one of those famous pictures, like Yankee Stadium in 1958 for the Divine Will.
Last night I dreamed I still had Carly's power wheels Corvette and the company sent me a brand new one in the box because hers was broken and obviously she would like a car with power but she would not fit in that one anymore so I decided to give it to some sister who was pregnant with a little girl for a shower gift.
What is going on with that? Since our dreams must serve some necessary purpose or Jehovah would not have created us with that capacity, I wonder in what way our dreams have become imperfect and how we will dream when in the new world. I hope I either don't remember them or they start making sense. Sometimes I dream I went to meeting with no shirt on and no bra either, and I'm clutching my book bag to my chest to shield the view but no one notices. When I wake up, I don't know what's worse, that I was that stupid as to forget my clothes or that I was that invisible that no one noticed. But of course it was a stupid (and common) dream, or so I have read. I wish I could have the dream that I'm falling instead. I've heard a lot of people have that dream, but no not me. I get the topless dream.
Imperfect life is stupid that way. A lot.
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