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It was a good dream!

I can't shake this really tired feeling I have had for the past several days. I don't understand it, I got too bed before midnite two nights in a row, and yet I still feel like a slug. I ordered a new bed last week it should be delivered to my house mid week this week. I hope that will make a difference with my ability to get a better night sleep. The bed I'm trying to sleep on right now is a little saggy in the middle. Maybe, I'm still tired from the beginning of the week when I stayed up to late.




Yesterday, the sun was shinning. Oh how great it was. I and a few of my friends threw a Frisbee around and then played some bocce ball. I love it that when the sun shines, people flock to brains’ park. My eyes wonder around the park, and take in all the different kinds of ways others like to take in a sunny day.



As I took all the people sights in yesterday, I was reminded of a dream I had a few years ago. This was one of those dreams that you really didn't want to stop dreaming. I had been reading the Chronicles of Narnia by C.S. Lewis, so I'm guessing that had some say in this dream. In the dream there was a group of us traveling a path, a long path and as the path seemed to be coming to its end, you began to see paths near by, which were being traveled by others. As we came to the clearing of the forests we looked to the right and to the left of us. We saw a very big grassy area, and it was surrounded by the forest. We saw as we looked around us that the grassy area was sloped to a central place in the middle of the valley like surrounding. In the middle, was a thrown, we were so far away, that I could not see who was on the thrown; I felt though that I know it was Jesus. As I took in the scene, I noticed that there were other groups of people coming into the clearing and they were looking around just as we were. We moved toward the thrown, and as we grew closer, I saw that there was a lion on the thrown. We came before him and he smiled at us we greeted Him, and he welcomed us. Than we understood that others were coming to do the same as us. We stepped back and sat some yards away from the thrown in a group on the soft very green very soft grass and talked and watched as others came before the thrown of the lion. In the dream I remember feeling a real joy and peace. I remember, watching people I knew when I was on our path coming before the Lion's thrown. After they greeted The Lion, they too found a spot on the grassy slop that was angled toward the thrown and sat down.



It was a good dream.



  

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