I know my struggles, I know my uprightness, I know my scheming, I know my mind, I trust my Lord, I trust my kin that extends to all of the goodness in people; loving people and their personalities. I love creation. I love dreams that are divine. Freud says anatomy is destiny: therefore, I believe in the glorified body. I believe in her resurrection. Thieves are crafty. Money is always always always earned. Thank you Lord Jesus, come.
I took Andy on a wild ride. There is a roller coaster and two who sacrifice. This dream is long: 1 hour Dealing with a worry someone has that translates to a problem with the sickness of bul-I-m-a. Everything in the dream is a visual scape. The theme park is made of non-consecrated items I Wouldn’t purchase. I find Bootes who politely takes one molecule of this lady’s illness from the god center. He opens his mouth to hers and it’s like an aberration exchanges. We go on a fun ride as I translate a move that my landing of rodeo-mctwist, I have to adjust in slow mo twice. I love that the authorities are there and at the end; Jumbo Buddhists in the form of my friends. This is opposite of little people in my Mom’s dreams. AS the shaman as we solve a majority of this ordeal.