OOOOOooooo. two post in one day from the Bubbly One. You go girl.
Norm and Chrissy.. Happy 33rd, may the Lord bless you with as many more, on into eternity.
Strange dream today, could lead to a new story. Maybe. This one actually hurt. For those who have known me for a while, you may know of my visions of the End Time.. well, this was even more. It showed me traveling the world in a hot air balloon trying to find people. Seemed no one was left, like I was the last man alive. Not the.. Christians gone with the rapture and I was left with the bad guys.. type thing, but everyone gone.
I built a hot air balloon and traveled around looking. Way weird. Scenery too real, even felt the cold when flying up high in the air. Towns and cities ruined, like a major war had taken place, and no one lived but me. I traveled for days it seemed, checking several cities, even flying over the ocean, oriental temples, the pyramids in Egypt. Flew down to chase wildabeast in Central Africa.
The weirdest part, near the end I was walking through what I knew was the Mayan temples in South America, stepped off a rock wrong and twisted my ankle. I woke up then, and my ankle was hurting like crazy.
Though I am glad it wasn’t the normal end time battle, death and destruction, having more than real dreams does take their toll. The aloneness.. is that a word.. of it could be felt so strongly it hurt. I even remember crying as I flew over London. Too real, too crazy.
Maybe it was just the storm brewing over the coast, or the pizza I had for dinner, who knows. I hate the dreams that seem too real, waking up always leaves me with that odd feeling that the dream was real, and reality is just a memory relived in my dreams.