Monday, January 12, 2009

freaky dreams

i have always had a knack for weird dreams. dreams that cause me to talk in my sleep about the rock people who act like they are called eddie. yet, i have never had a dream to cause me to think so much about my life.

last night i had a series of dreams.

part one: the book signing.
i was at a large book signing for my friend james. it was so crowded that i was only able to hear him speak. the crowd kept getting thicker and thicker. i was feeling trapped and i was unable to get my jacket off... i started to panic and then before i had a chance to freak out i jumped to...

part two: billy graham.
i was seeing images of billy graham at a young age. footage of him working in the kitchen and a garage. i listened to him talk about his life and just laugh. it was odd, but seemed really familiar to me.
as i watch the black and white video, i quickly moved to...

part three: the FBI van.
i was sitting in the middle seat of the van. i was pretty calm until i looked down at my wrist and noticed my tattoo was gone. i freaked because my tattoo reminds me that i need to be rescued daily by God (i know some people are saying "you need a tattoo for that?" my answer is YES... SO LEAVE ME ALONE...). the FBI agent in the passenger seat turned around and took my arm. he looked at it for a few seconds and then spoke.
"i can tell you your future if you really want to know."
"ok."
he turned my hand over and and this weird thing appeared on my arm. some of the veins turned red and it made a path with a fork in the road.
"you are on the raven's path."
i had no idea what he was talking about. yet he kept talking.
"you will become the black sheep of the family. you will no longer feel comfortable with those you love. you are going down a path that is going to be hard and lonely."
i felt my heart get heavy and i felt fear take over. then he took my hand and told me something that woke me up from my sleep.
"trust me and it will be alright."

the clock was showing 3:03. i rolled over and went back to sleep.

my mind took me to youth haven Bible camp. timmy estes was there and he was crying.

"what is wrong?"

"my house burned down again."

the alarm goes off.

i am not sure what causes us to dream such dreams. i seem to keep having them over and over again... maybe i have been watching too many cartoons and listening to music that men on acid wrote... who knows.

just thought i would let you into my mind for a few minutes. scary isn't it.

5 comments:

tonyyork said...

Not as strange as reality can be... my dreams aren't nearly as interesting and that's when I can remember them. Mostly, I am so tired that I sleep deep.

Priscilla said...

I know how you feel about strange dreams--I constantly dream I am in high school, can't get my locker open, or have lost my clarinet. I now add being pregnant to that mix. Last night, I had a terrible dream our poodle, Mattie, was hurt. I bet have at least 4 vivid and strange dreams a week that I remember. It must be our creative genius.

Anonymous said...

timmy estes dont cry!

SRoSeNcRaNs said...

i always dreamed dad was stabbing me with toothpicks, chasing me through church. that or a 4 and 5 year old josh and i were being gunned down in mam and pap's front yard by a 1970-something monte carlo. the odd thing is, we both had shotguns and were shooting back. i agree with priscilla, it's our creative genius seeping through.

Chad Estes said...

I like the part about a big book signing for James.

Tell me more about the tattoo and the story behind it. Interested.