Thursday, October 8, 2009

Lights on this...

What a fascinating dream last night. I will try to jot it quick. My parents were arguing across the house. My sister and I were there, in the middle somewhere, a living room but it was partially exterior. The argument started out small but soon they were really mad and almost yelling. I yelled at both of them and told them to come into the room, they complied immediately, I started talking to them about what they were doing and what was happening and trying to make the deep point but eventually just said "if I was brave enough" and I thought that mean praying together but I left and they stayed there and I went to get John Mark. I found him, he was tired, trying to help everyone who needed his help. He was talking to a couple of girls and they were asking him to help their friend. I had seen the friend sitting in an SUV outside the house, she looked sad and alone but okay. He said he would help and went out to help and opened the driver's side door, the girl was sitting in the passenger's seat, she was buckled. John Mark opened the door and asked her to come out, he unbuckled her seatbelt. She was crying, I assumed it was about suicide. John Mark came with me and my parents and sister were still there. He spoke. I had my hand on his back, we prayed in a circle. When John Mark and I came back, before he spoke and we prayed together, my dad handed me his phone and said "its her" or something like that. I looked at the caller ID and it was a description of where my parents had met the girl, literally, a street name and description. I asked her if I could call her back when we were done. I did. We met somewhere. Now it is slipping. I knew and assumed a lot when we met. She was beautiful and dark blonde. Beautiful eyes. We walked to her apartment through an amazingly intricate back alley stairway path and a series of small apartments, like modern Hobbit holes. As we were walking she said something about dating and I said "we already are dating." I was walking behind her, I knew I was being forward but I was thinking well this is destiny and so it is all unfolding now. We got to her apartment and we were sitting on the couch. I kissed her. I kissed her again and really started kissing her. She was resistant because she didn't want to go too fast. I told her we wouldn't, that I just wanted to kiss her. Then there is a break and I was in the sand with a couple guys trying to show them the Urantia book and they wouldn't look at it or think about it or even consider it. I punched one in the face three or four times after they tore my book up. The drama of this situation carried back to the neighborhood, village, where all this was taking place. Somehow I got caught up with a young pretty girl brunette girl. She was young and dumb in the way that I didn't have to do anything to win her over. She immediately was cool with being with me and we went away to a bedroom, her bedroom maybe, and laid on the bed and started kissing and she said "you can put it in" and I said "I don't want to" and she looked confused but okay with that. Then she disappeared and I found her in a secret spot behind a trap door in the dresser. She was hiding there. I was trying to get her to come out until we heard the other girls coming and then I hid in the dresser and she said "no you have to come back here" so I squeezed behind the trap door and tried to be quiet. The girls started looking for us and talking about where we could be. They found us and lifted the entire dresser, vanity, closet so we were just sitting on the ground. One girl was sweeping. I said "you guys are like a gang," 'cause they were all standing over us and we were caught red handed. My girl, the blond, said "well I knew Eric wouldn't be in my life for too long" but we walked out together arm in arm and she was happy and I was happy. Then we were laying on the couch and I was noticing how beautiful her eyes were, her eyelids when she blinked slowly, and the way her makeup was applied. The she said "I wouldn't hurt you. I wouldn't do that to you. You." And she looked at me deeply and the emphasis each time was on "you." I understood but thought clearly to myself, yes but I am...and the old images of roaming the world in search of flooded back in...


  1. Thank you for sharing, Eric. Very interesting. And you recorded it all quite well. =)

  2. Isn't it amazing how easy it is to forget dreams? It is like we aren't allowed to bring those thoughts with us into our day. Well my friend, you defied that! Thanks.