One thing I absolutely don't understand is why we dream. It makes no sense. I realize that God spoke to many in dreams...I don't think He's using that form of communication with me.
I don't care for them...even if they are real good dreams, you wake up and are right back without the goodness you just had moments ago. Bad ones linger in my thoughts for days.
Bleh.
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4 comments:
I hate 'em too!
Aw, it can't be all THAT bad, what was your dream?
I like dreams!
Dreams are like stories or movies! Though they have no point to them at all. Sometimes I'm in my dreams and sometimes I'm watching myself. A lot of times my dreams have me driving a fifteen passenger buss because it's an emergency somehow and I'm not tall enough to reach the gas petal and see where I'm going at the same time. But it alternates between a bus and a bicycle so I have no complaints.
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