Chased by Nazis....or something like that

Last night I had this pretty crazy dream. It started at the Meyers house. Diana told us to come with her, and we followed her. We were taken to a place with guards and they were taking our belongings and putting us on different work assignments (like a modern day concentration camp). We were in a sort of work camp. Phil and I were there. We were being separated. Before we were separated Phil told me to hide my belongings. I hid my purse and my backpack. We were then forced to work. The next day, the guards were giving "inoculations." We were forced to wait on a line, and then get an injection. Somehow I knew the shot was lethal, so I was about to run away from where the guards were, but one of them came out of nowhere and grabbed me. I got away from him, a started to walk forward but another guard came over to me to check and make sure I had gotten the inoculation. I pretended to be dizzy. He said let me see your eyes. I looked at him, and tried to make my eyes spin, thinking that was what he was looking for. He looked at me for a while, trying to decide if I was faking it. Finally he let me go, and I went back to find Phil. I knew I needed to warn him about the injection, and so I started looking everywhere in a maze of people for him. My mom appeared, and pointed out where Phil was. I said his name a little too loud, and the guards saw us trying to get to each other. We reached each other and started to run. We somehow found a black truck, and raced down the road to escape. We saw a huge blockade up ahead, so Phil turned off the road onto the grassy land and started speeding away. We then came to an area with a small alley way and we started to drive down it, but another person came from the opposite direction. For some reason, we had to get out of the truck and lay down on the ground and let the big white van drive over us. It was high up enough off the ground that it did not crush us. Then somehow we stole the big white van and started to drive off. Then we saw Alan and Jessalyn, and they ran toward our van, also trying to escape. Phil started to drive off without them, and I said, "honey what are you doing that is Alan! Let them in!" Phil said, "I won't be able to afford food for them if they come with us." I told Phil I had hid my purse well and no one found it, so I had money. So Alan and Jessalyn got into the white van, and we took off again. Then we ended up at a pizza place. We were trying to blend in with the people there. All of a sudden a short man with a brown jacket and shaggy hair showed up, and grabbed Phil's arm. He was a guard, trying to get us back. But Phil said or did something that made the man go away. Then I woke up. When I was waking up I had the thought that we were in Nazi Germany. Then I thought maybe we were in Greece. I knew it was one of those two.

Finding someone....

Last night I had a very vivid dream about being in a high school. At the school, there were lots of kids. As I was walking around in between classes (meaning all the kids were scrambling around in the halls) I saw two people I haven't seen or thought about in years. One was a girl named Emily and the other, a girl named Lindsay, both girls I knew from the camp I went to as a young girl. I got a glance of them, and then they disappeared into the crowd. Then I started looking for them, asking people if anyone had seen them or knew who they were. No one knew them. I stumbled into a classroom that looked like a bedroom. Mandy (my boss) was in the next room teaching. I decided to get out of there and keep looking. I came across the cafeteria. Matt Yeager and someone else were eating a lunch in the cafeteria of a big turkey sandwich. They told me I really should stop for lunch. I was desperate to find these girls though. Then I specifically asked one girl if she knew them. After I asked her, she did not reply, but ran off. Later, I received paperwork in the mail from the girl that I asked, which said that no one with those names had ever gone to that school. Then I woke up.

Warning Dreams

Sometimes people have dreams that are meant to warn them of something to come, or something that is already happening. Last night I had two of them:

The first warning dream was for Phil and I to be very careful who we let interpret dreams or give prophetic words to in the future. It was a very weird feeling being in the dream and knowing that is what the dream meant, but not knowing what to do with that, and not even understanding what was really happening in the dream. I just felt like that is what we were told.

The second dream was more vivid, and it started out with me having a dream within a dream. My dream within my dream was also a warning dream- that someone was going to try to steal my car. So I was at work, and I called Phil to come with me and help me move my car to a different spot so the theifs would not find it. So we went to my car, and there was a big cinder block under my tire, meant to mark my car as the one to be stolen. We moved the block, and I drove the car, and all of a sudden, the people who were coming to get my car came in their car behind us, chasing us. There was a man driving, but I knew it was his wife who really was the one who wanted to get my car. Anyway, the man drove all wild eyed and purposely smashed into my car. Then, we called the cops to come and write a police report. The wife disappeared. I was trying to talk to the police when they came, and Phil took the man aside to talk to him. He recognized the man from church- he was someone we knew (but I don't know who). Phil spoke gently with him and got him to apologize. I was speaking to the police officer but she was not listening, she seemed distracted. Then Catherine Mullins was there, working as a nurse, and she was saying how much she hated her job. The cop was paying more attention to Catherine than to hearing my story. That was the end of the dream.


So, what I know is that cars or modes of transportation generally mean your ministry or vocation. The people who were trying to steal my car, or hurt me, were from church. The end result was that it was better to speak to them gently and fix the situation that way rather than to try to get a person of authority to fix it.


I also had two other dreams last night ( I know I had more than that but these two I remember):

My mom was singing a song in the car, the song "Praise God from whom all blessings flow" and she was singing it wrong, so I tried to correct her, but when I sang it, she told me "No offense honey, but that was completely off key". Two other people in the car agreed with her. I got upset and hurt. I think this dream has to do with my mom's view of God and spirituality being way different than mine, and people in my family being more in agreement with her. I think also, its been hard for me to take criticism from my mom because I really respect what she has to say.

The last one was that I dreamt that Phil got a HUGE speeding ticket. He came home and told me he got "slapped with a big one." I was so upset, and I was praying in my dream, "God, no, please, no, please don't let it be true." Then I sort of woke up for a minute and realized it was a dream, and as I was falling back asleep, I was praying that God would protect us from tickets. Haha.

So. That was my night last night. Incredible!

Wooden Canoe on a Black Lake

In this dream, I was in a boat- a long, thin, carved, wooden canoe- with a mysterious person. I am not sure if it was a man or a woman, but the person was in the boat with me, and we were on a black lake with dirty, muddy water with little pieces of things stuck in it. The feeling in the dream might have been a bit eerie, but I felt safe and protected. We got to shore, and got out of the boat, and there we met a girl named Abby. She looked Dutch, and had very light blonde hair and very pale skin. I introduced myself, and she said with a heavy accent, "Oh! Sarah, ya ya" (Saa-DA, Yuh, yuh). I knew she was not American. I invited her into the boat and she got in with us. That was the end of the dream.

The interpretation I got from Recie Saunders and Scott Veach is this: The black water represents a difficult time or season in my life. I am in a boat with the Holy Spirit, who is protecting me during this difficult time/season. Then, we get to the shore and meet Abby, which the name means "God's will" (the name Abby or Abigail has many different meanings, but that particular one was the one we looked up that day). So, at the other side of the difficult season, I met God's will. Interesting, huh?

Avalanche of Rocks and Train into Japan

Last night, my first dream was that Phil and I were with a group of people, trying to climb up a steep, rocky mountain. The man who was leading us looked like Ken from the Gay Pride outreach in Atl. Well, there was an avalanche of rocks, and they all started coming down, and it killed him.

Then my next dream was that Phil and I were on a train, at night, and I felt very nervous. Something was telling me I had to get off the train at the next stop. I had a black backpack and I was putting things in there that I would need- food, clothes, etc. When we got off the train we got to a small, dingy hotel in Japan. There was a woman selling something that I wanted to buy- it was a box, and inside the box there were small wax paper bags. The woman realized I didn't know what the purpose of the bags were, so she decided not to sell it to me, and demanded I give it back to her (the bags were for drugs). Then I hid in a bathroom and ate some food, and ate some teeny tiny Japanese chocolates from a little box that were in the shape of yellow pencils. Then when I left the bathroom, I realized I needed to go back into the bathroom for a minute, and I went to turn the light on, but I ended up turning the light on in someone's room instead, by accident. Well then I found myself in a cafeteria in the hotel with Phil, and the man whose light turned on came storming into the cafeteria like he was about to hurt me. He looked like his nationality was Siberian or something like that. Phil protected me from him. That was the end of the dream.

Dreams last night

Last night I dreamt a lot of things. First, I dreamt that Jessalyn ran away from home because she was angry with her mother. She took a bicycle and rode all the way to Florida on it. When she came home, I was asking her questions about her trip. I asked her where she slept at night, and if she slept in hotels. Deborah was there, and answered for her, that she slept in dangerous places, like train stations, and a Starbucks one night. Then I asked if it took three days to get down there and Jess replied that it took 13 days to get there. In the dream, part of me was jealous that she had made such a long adventurous journey by herself. So I decided to take a trip to Florida, though I did not take a bike. I drove down by myself, and got a hotel room. When I was there, I was looking out at the sand, and I saw a bunch of camera equipment- video cameras, camera bags, digital and manual cameras, and a Polaroid camera all just sitting in the sand. No one was around, but I knew that some guys would be coming back for their cameras. But I decided to steal one- the Polaroid camera. I took it back to my hotel room, and tested it by taking a picture of myself. Then I took a picture of something that was on the wall, and had small colorful boxes lined up in rows. I labeled the second picture, "Mom" and hung both pictures up on a magnetic board. Then the dream ended.

Direction, Please?

Why is it always so cold in my apartment? My hands feel like icicles, and this is GEORGIA!! This is supposed to be Hotlanta, and I feel like I am about to get frostbite indoors.

Right now my mood is ambivalent. I am frustrated that certain things in my life are not going as I would have hoped, however, I am excited because Farrah booked a flight and is coming to visit in ten days!

I am frustrated. I need something to focus my time and attention on. I'd love a full time salary position, but thus far it seems that is not going to happen. I might volunteer at a pregnancy crisis center...as soon as I get the guts to go there and check it out. I am also considering foster care (for babies only..) although that is a very long and meticulous process. I'd still be willing, if that is what I am supposed to be doing. I just want to find out what it is that I am meant to be doing with my time and my life. Arghh.

More Dreams!

Last night, I had many dreams. I slept until noon, and probably part of the reason why I had so many was because I kept going back to sleep!

The first dream I remember was that my friend Farrah and her parents were going somewhere in NYC. I was still in school at FIT at this point, so I was in the city. They asked me to pick them up and give them a ride home after they finished doing whatever they were doing (possibly seeing a show or going to a meeting). However, I was tired and came home after school to wait for their call. When they called, I told them I wasn't in the city, I was on Long Island. Farrah's dad became very angry at me and yelled at me that I was supposed to be waiting for them so I could take them home. I told him that they should just take the Long Island Railroad home, but he seemed to get even more angry when I told him that.

The next dream I remember was that I was on a boat with Phil, a speedboat in a lake or the ocean (don't remember which). He was driving the boat and I was behind the boat, hanging on by a rope (kind of like skiing, but without the skis....somehow). In my hand, I held a bottle of alcohol and I kept taking swigs of it as Phil kept driving the boat. Whenever he would turn the boat, I'd swerve and go underwater a bit. I liked it because I felt drunk and each time I would go under the water a little more. At one point, I went under too far and for too long, and I couldn't breathe. While I was under the water, I realized I needed to let go of the alcohol and whatever I was holding so that I could pull myself back up and resurface. I did, and I was fine.

The next dream I had was that I was dog sitting Bo, and we had just bought a cute puppy that looked like a cuter, cleaner version of Bo, but still similar enough that it was hard to tell them apart. Anyway, we were paying all this attention to the new puppy, and then Bo came over and laid down on his back, paws up (this means he wanted a tummy rub). When he was laying on his tummy, I noticed a small white worm peek up from his belly, look around, and then poke back down into his belly. The next time the worm resurfaced, I plucked it off his belly and threw it on the floor. I then saw three worms on the floor all squirming away together.

Then I had a dream about standing around an outdoor, rounded pool in the rain. There were other people standing there, but everyone was going inside one by one. When they all left, I dove in the pool. As I sank down to the bottom, I thought I saw sticks..or snakes. There was junk in the pool like leaves and whatnot and it looked like it hadn't been cleaned.

Then I remember I was in another country. I don't think diving in the pool had anything to do with ending up in another country. Somehow, I was in another country, but the house I was in looked just like my mother's. I was in the dining room. I wanted to go out somewhere, but didn't know where to go. A Japanese girl came to the house and tried to give me her phone number so I could go meet her somewhere. She kept giving me different numbers, and when I tried to make sure they were correct, she would confuse me again and tell me different numbers. I don't remember any of the numbers (although they can be significant in dreams). She was going somewhere and I wanted to go too, but I knew I couldn't get there unless I had the numbers correct.

Then I woke up....

I have an immediate interpretation for one of them. The second dream with Phil in the boat and me in the water with the booze. Well, I was getting intoxicated (which I used to do all the time with friends before I met Phil) and Phil was driving the boat (which can mean ministry or vocation). Basically, Phil is leading us into ministry and it is a speedboat- which means accelerated growth- the ministry is growing rapidly (probably this is referring to the youth group, as Phil is the youth leader and the group recently has been growing a lot!) Meanwhile, as Phil is leading us in the ministry, I am getting drunk behind the boat, and not really paying attention to where we are or where the boat is going. All I care about is having fun, which is partially true of my personality at this point. However, it becomes dangerous for me when I am in too deep and with no hands to hold on. I have to pull myself back up to the boat and in the process, have to get rid of the alcohol (which I think also symbolizes behaviors I used to have in my old life).

The rest I am not sure of their meanings. There could be many possible interpretations, or maybe they are not meaningful at all. Either way, they were cool while they lasted.

Dreams

This past weekend, Philip and I went to a class at our church that was all about dream/vision interpretation. It was pretty interesting, and I learned a bit. One thing we were encouraged to do is to write down our dreams. Well, turns out, the second night of the course, I had a pretty cool dream and Phil's mom gave me an interpretation. I figured I'd write it down because I'd like to remember it.

It was daytime, and I was standing on top of a very tall bridge with two other people. There was a voice, someone telling us to jump off the bridge. No one wanted to, but I volunteered to do it. So I dove, head first into the vast body of water below. As I was diving down, I realized that I didn't know how shallow or deep the water was, so I decided to try to fall on my stomach- a belly flop- so that I could prevent possibly hitting my head. I landed on my stomach, but didn't feel the sting of the belly flop. When I resurfaced from the water, it seemed I was in a swimming pool type structure that was in a lake. There was mud and concrete, and I could have hit my head or another body part on it and gotten hurt. Other people had jumped into it from a much lower point. There was a man there who came up to me and told me what I had just done was very dangerous. Then, all the rest of the people in there told me that what I had done was awesome, and inspiring.

So Deborah's interpretation was this: The dive represents my move to Georgia- a bold decision that took guts. I was afraid of possibly getting hurt, so I tried to change my direction, but I ended up not getting hurt. The man who told me that what I did was dangerous represents all of the people who told me not to move here because it was an impulse decision and not very wise. The people who told me it was awesome represent the people who are in my life who encouraged me through the process.

I have a different interpretation, based on some of the things I learned in the course. One thing I learned was that water represents the things of the Holy Spirit. So when I am diving into the water, I am going deeper into the things of the Spirit. Some people think it is stupid for me to do that, and some even give warnings. Others are encouraging and think its inspiring.

Sooooo either way, it's cool. Cause I got to dive off a bridge in my dream. And in reality, I wouldn't do that. I love experiencing things in dreams that I couldn't experience in life. Like flying. I love to fly in my dreams.



The bridge looked just like this one - Rainbow Bridge at Niagara Falls

Oliver Hazard Myspace Layouts

There is a band of two guys who go to my church that are incredibly talented. Recently, they decided to get more serious about their stuff, so they now have a band manager who I have gotten to know a bit recently. She asked me if I would do some graphic design stuff for them, which I agreed to do since it would give me an excuse to update my portfolio.

I got inspired by a myspace page that had Polaroids on it, and so I designed these three possible myspace layouts:







They are all similar in that they have the polaroids, but they all have a different color scheme, and a different look and feel. I also designed their logo. The only thing I didn't do is take the photos, which I think are excellent. I did Photoshop them, though. :)

A couple days ago I did their business cards, which I will only put the front up so as to avoid giving out their public info on here:





I am also going to be working on some t shirts, buttons, stickers, fliers, and other things for them.

Soon, I will be working on a book cover for a guy who goes to my church who wrote a book. Incidentally, he is the father of one of the guys in the band, and he catered my wedding (for free), so I am really glad to be able to help him out as well. Plus...if and when the book gets published, I will have done a published book cover. More portfolio work!! Yay!