The dreams inside my head

I just had a nightmare of seismic proportions. In my nightmare my brother and sister were very little again, but I was the age I am now. We lived in a huge mansion and I was talking on the phone. This wasn't just any conversation though, oh no. It was a very important job interview and in the background all I can hear is shrieking and yelling. I keep running to different parts of the house, trying to hide from their loud horseplay but they keep managing to find me.

The thing was, I wanted to put my hand over the phone and scream my head off at them to shut up, but I couldn't, because it was job interview and I needed to remain totally composed. So I spent the whole dream running away from them and they spent the whole dream inadvertently following me with a trail of shrieking, screaming laughter.

It was miserable. I just woke up feeling anxious inside, that's why I say it was a nightmare.

It felt so real, like it was really happening to me. Then again, most of my dreams feel that way.

I know why I had that dream...and no, it's not a joking foretaste of Motherhood. (Although, I suppose it could have been.) The dream was my subconscious acting out the total lack of control that I have at the moment. I think something big is about to happen with the whole job thingy, but how it will play out I do not know, so here's to winging it...

Dreams

I had another vivid dream again last night. I dreamt I was back at Whistler Mt. again, skiing. I my dream I found my hands full of about half a dozen balloons in each hand as I took off down the mountain. I thought it was odd that I didn't have poles but went with it.

Next thing I know I am zooming down the mountain so amazingly fast and the balloons are giving me so much air as I go over the moguls because they are keeping me so light. I was having the best time and screaming at the top of my lungs over every jump. It was so exciting and beyond fun. I was passing by everyone else and didn't slow down for anything.

In the dream I skied all the way down the mountain until I got to where the apre ski lodge was. At the end I just remembered thinking that it was the most satisfyingly thing I had ever done in my life. The joy I felt and the endorphin rush I experienced in the dream was beyond anything else I'd ever experienced.

Then I woke up. As I laid there in bed I had this funny thought that that experience is what walking in the joy of the Lord and freedom in Christ is like.

I want that everyday.