they are the hunters, we are the rabbits...
I started out with the intent to write yet another dream of mine. But I realized that most of my posts here are about my dreams. Maybe it's because I'm a psych major? But dreams have always played an important role in my life, mostly because I take them far too seriously. Or possibly because I've spent my life in the clouds, dreaming my life away. Ha ha, no more time for dreams, kiddies. Real life problems are about to hit.
I mean, I'm going to France, FRANCE for crying outloud! What a dream come true! Apparently dreams come with a Real Life cost: this time it's both spiritual and literally temporal. For example: I have spent soooo much money on clothes for my mission. Right now, the tally is at... let me do some quick math... $300? I think that's how much. Plus another fifty that I've spent on supplies and Visa stuff, and guess what? I haven't even made a dent in that list. Gag.
Spiritual costs? Well I had to give up some pet sins. I realized, because of a dream thank-you-very-much, that without even noticing I'd given up a very special sin for me. It's one I've been rationalizing for years and years. It's never done me a ton of harm, but it has definitely done me no good. And if you're not fighting for the right, then you're aiding the wrong. Does that make sense? I've also given up certain preconceptions I've had of myself and what my life is going to be like. Strange how that realization just came upon me. I'm a planner gosh-darn-it, and nothing was working how I planned! Everything's working out well, mind you, but not how I planned. I think I should get used to that....
I'm still going to tell you a little about my dreams. They've been based on some of my fave TV shows, sadly. The first one was Leverage-- oh man, this one just makes me blush. So I personally think the character Elliot is the cutest (just cut your girlie hair, silly man!), and so of course he was the star of my dream. I was busy doing other things like taking care of my twin boys (I was an unwed mother, but I'm not sure why-- you know how when you dream, some things just aren't imporant? that was one of those things-- but Eliot showed up with the rest of the crew. I was tired of washing dishes and walked over to him and blatently flirted. Now here's the saddest saddo part of it all: I got really excited about flirting.
I haven't flirted in so long, I got a kick out of doing it in my dream!! SAD!! I've a feeling this is how my dreams will be in the mission. Hahahahaha!
The next dream was about Bones. Once again an unwed mother, and once again it didn't matter why I was, I went shopping with my daughter and our fish george. She carried him around in a peanutbutter jar. She had down syndrome, so everyone was like "eh, whatever. She has a fish in a jar." But she was looking for Hodgins. He was her favorite. She wanted to give Hodgins her fish. Apparently, I worked with Hodgins which is how she knew him. He kind of blew us off for his girlfriend, and that made me mad. Like, mamma bear mad. I marched over to him and used my jedi skills (haha-- seriously) to lift his sorry butt in the air and make him know how much my little girl wanted to talk to him and loved him and he better appreciate it or I would seriously maim him.
Don't know what the point of that dream was, but I wanted to share.
Well, thanks for listening.
Maybe we don't want to be found....