Dreams.
We all got to go to sleep sometime. One sleep cycle consist of four stadges. Dreams can go down in any of these stadges of sleep, but the real can't get it off ya mind dreams happen in the last stadge commonly referred to as REM sleep...blah blah blah.
Listen, I ain't no scientist so I'm not gonna sit here and dialogue like I am. I believe dreams mean somethin. Sometimes that somethin is obvious and other times you gotta look deeper to figure it out.
I have dreams. I have good dreams. In my dreams GOD takes the opportunity to inform me of a few things. Read on and I'll tell you about one dream in particular that took place a few years ago was. I'll never forget it. I remember it like it was yesterday...
i was the only kid on a playground. i was dressed up just like that my buddy doll that everybody had to have in the 80's. another kid appeared in front of me. he was dressed in white gym shoes, blue jeans, a white t-shirt and a black baseball cap that read: G.O.D. in big bold black letters.
i tilted my head to the side and asked, "who are you?"
HE replied, "what does my hat say?"
i pointed to the letters "G...O...D..."
"well...that's who i am. let's go for a walk."
as we were walkin HE noticed that i was dressed like that doggone my buddy doll and HE asked "can you sing me the song that the t.v. commercial used to play when that doll was for sale?"
"yeah. my buddy...my buddy...where ever i go he's goes..." i sang
"sing the last part again."
"where ever i go he goes..."
"again."
"where ever i go HE goes..."
"Hmm...come on. let's play a game. tag! you're it!" HE touched my arm and ran away.
i ran after HIM and just when it seemed that HE was in my grasp HE'd duck out of my reach and i had to persue HIM all over again. "no fair!" i whined "you run too fast! i can't get to you." and i sat down in the sandbox.
HE ran back and sat downt next to me "listen. if you REALLY want me you can get to me. if you haven't got me by now it's because you don't want me bad enough."
HE pushed me on a swing, we hung upside down on the monkey bars and we played on the slide. "come on...let's play something else."
HE held both of my hands, we both leaned back away from each other and began to spin round and round. i felt myself gettin dizzy and i fell on the ground."hey! you let go of my hand and made me fall!"
"no...you fell because you let go of MY hand. I didn't let go of your hand."
i reched out to HIS extended hand and i held on tighter this time. as we turned round and round i looked up at the sky and it was turnin from day to night and night to day. "well...it's time to go. you better get on back to THE HOUSE before you're late."...
and when i woke up from my dream I looked over at the clock and I jumped up outta bed because I was runnin late gettin ready to go to my church THE HOUSE OF REFUGE DELIVERANCE MINISTRIES.
It doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what that dream meant. But as a courtesy to my remedial readers let me clarify it for you. NEVER let go of GOD's hand. If you fall reach out to HIM for help. If you want HIM bad enough you can have HIM.
I'm not sayin all of my dreams are about GOD pointin out somethin to me, cause I could tell you about a dream where my deceased doberman, Lady Bell, was sittin in a chair readin a newspaper and...well...I'll tell yall about that one some other time.
If you found my dream to be interestin, that's cool. If you didn't find it interestin, SO WHAT! This was my dream. If yours is more interesting post it and let me dig it, doggone it!
thats it. i said it. i'm out. be easy.
Mizzez Mommie Nate
"I will not be bound by tradition!"
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