Joy Our Love

 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.

 We are camping and I make friends with a hermit and an autistic young lady. The lady was healed within ten minutes of the dream. The hermit said I help him with a certain fear he did not elucidate.

 Met the snowboarding sensation of a quintuple flip with finesse. Taught her how to fly.  Introduced her to family and friends. Had great healthy activities together. Tom Green was in the dream. Two tough yoga poses. Abba was there! Lovely. ED too!

 My folks and friends are there. I run in to JCN and AS. JCN tells me she remembers the 60s and that I was showcased in the Olympics. My Dad is on a different part of the mountain to retrieve my wallet. I keep losing this thing in various dreams. I am taught the g-minor notation in music. I have to be careful when descending the mount.

 The little things doth, The tiniest things do. The importance of the milieu resides in You. Tiger and Paul played poker and my brother won by a quick card trick in the hand. LD and I were perfectly prepared to do it all in one night. Flambeau and Ford had the silky lochs as training continues. The hurdles and hoops and the weight of waste are so a thing to comprehend.