Tunneling to China

I was kind of like one of the bachelorettes on "The Bachelor." I had a date with a guy I liked (and was familiar with, but I can't remember who it was), but he also had dates with a bunch of other girls. We were staying in this house, but there was a spot on the ceiling (LOW ceiling) that we could pull on and something like a rope came down. The rope was made with pop bottles. If we punched through that spot, there was a 'plug' we could pull out that would allow for the hole to be made bigger... big enough to crawl up through it. So we would climb the pop bottle rope and through the hole. From there, someone had tunneled all the way to China, so we crawled through the tunnel. It didn't take very long to get there, which doesn't make sense, but neither does tunneling through the ceiling instead of the ground. We went back, and later there was some kind of 'awards ceremony'... maybe like "best date" or "best looking" or something. I think I got an award, but I don't know what it was for. There were a lot of other people around (a lot of guys hanging out). The next thing I knew, we were on a bus, and the main guy had read a verse of scripture that was not real, but made things very awkward very quickly. I did as little as possible to stay in the running, then got off the bus.

Cradle-Robbin'

I was going on a middle school trip. Although I wasn't going to chaperone, but rather to pose as a middle schooler. This wasn't quite as big a deal, as I was only a high schooler. I was packing very light- maybe enough clothes for the whole weekend. Someone made the comment that they might make us do [something] outside, and I got to thinking that maybe I should pack my Under Armour and warm clothes. Then the idea of meeting a boy came to mind, so I thought I should take a nice shirt, in case there's a 'picture day' or a dance.

Saved

I was driving a car on the freeway. All of a sudden, the road curved to the right, but I kept going straight. I crossed over the other lanes and just missed the sidewall to my right as the car went flying off the road. This was no ordinary road- it was as high as a skyscraper. Which meant there was no "ditch."
As I sailed off the road, I realized there was no undo-ing what just happened... I was going to die. I was falling to my death, and there was nothing I could do about it at this point... except pray. So I prayed "Save me, Jesus!" multiple times. I wasn't screaming, and my life did not flash before my eyes. I was just accepting my current reality. As I approached the ground, I thought, "this is it" and braced myself. Then I prayed that the fall wouldn't hurt, but that I would just die instantly. A few feet above the ground, I sensed God scooping me up in his arms and gently setting me down on the ground- ALIVE! I couldn't believe what had happened, but I was SO THANKFUL!! I walked away without a scratch on me.

When I woke up, I couldn't believe how real the dream felt. I've never dreamt of dying before, this was a first. So what did it mean? God may be telling me that no matter what happens, he will take care of me. It may be a reminder that Christ's death on the cross has saved me. It may be that even a small amount of faith is all it takes for God to do miracles!

"I have come that they may have LIFE, and have it to the full!" -John 10:10

Sacramental Oil?

A dream I had a few weeks ago (that I only have a few notes for...that don't make sense... therefore this is just two snippets):


My boyfriend had his palms open, full of oil, and he dumped it on my head. I was not happy about it in the least. Later on, he remembered that I'm not "that type" [that would take that kind of joke well], and he felt bad for doing it.
I was planning the cheer clinic (that actually happened this past Saturday), and I was asking men what each of the stations should be... (as if MEN would be the ones to ask!)

Suckas!

I was looking for a gift for someone. This woman [that I didn't know] had on her wish list 'suckers'...or maybe 'candy on a stick,' because I remember looking specifically for 'the kind on a stick.' It was significantly harder to find some than I expected, though it didn't seem like I was looking in stores for them. Suddenly, God spoke to me saying, "you shouldn't expect to find them immediately; just trust me." And I thought, "you're right, God will help me." Within a minute, I found a bag of suckers! It was like God was teaching me a lesson, then immediately rewarding me for 'getting it.'

Amuse-um

I was out in the mountains, maybe in Colorado. I was on a trip with a bunch of friends from high school, sort of like a vacation. It was sort of like a competition in some ways- there were "teams." There were also middle schoolers out there, and I remember some of the young boys hit on my friends and me. I had a good comeback for one of the boys that hit on me- I told him a) I'm too old for you, and b).... I don't remember. But it was good (though I don't think it actually made sense).

All my friends and the middle schoolers were walking around this museum for awhile before we had to leave. There were 3 floors- the 2nd and 3rd were balconies, so you could see all the floors from each one. The top floors had a bunch of arcade games, so I kept wandering around trying to find something fun to play to spend my money. We were allowed to eat/drink on the 2nd and 3rd floors, but not the 1st floor (and that's exactly what I wanted to do, so I finished whatever I was drinking before I got downstairs). There was also a DJ playing hip hop music in the museum (coolest museum ever, right?), and the song he was playing was some song called "Stupid Girl," and apparently something had happened earlier or someone made some joke at my expense that everyone knew that song was for me. Everyone was chuckling, but I was stewing.

The lower level was like a hall of flags (not just from countries, but bands and other things, too). I jumped up on a black one and slid down it, without pulling it down.

The bus was about to leave, and I realized I was the last one in the museum (weird), so I ran outside, and almost missed it. Apparently my phone didn't get good reception while in the museum, so upon walking out, I received 3-4 text messages that were somewhat important- someone on the bus asking me to grab their stuff. The bus started moving, then stopped after a few hundred yards. Some people were moving around, so I decided it was safe to get off (the back door, because big, yellow school buses have back doors). I headed toward the car I had just parked (when, I'm not sure), and there were a couple people inside. As I walked, some guy behind me- by the bus- hollered "use the right one!" There were two cars parked next to each other, and he had just gotten out of the right one, but I wasn't sure if he was trying to pull a fast one on me, so I took the safe route and hopped in the backseat of the car I parked. I went in to *ahem* use the "facilities." Yup... in the backseat of the car. Talk about awkward. I also brought back someone's cello (in a guitar case) that was sitting next to the car, and some potted flowers.

Fuel of the 21st century

I was about to take my turn "driving" my friend, Neal's classic car for the first time. I tried to ask for some direction from someone, but Neal, who was inside the car looked at me, then stared straight ahead. This gal, Tanya, who was sort of his mom (but was actually an old manager of mine) wasn't giving me any assistance either. There was also a guy on the back of the car (sitting on the trunk?). So I just had to give it my best effort. I was in something like a sidecar on the right of the car. 

To get the car started, I had to put wheat in (to fuel it)- the first one was like threading a needle trying to get the stem of the wheat in this small hole, but after that the 4" long pieces of wheat went in easily. I didn't know how much to bring, therefore we ran out before we even made it to our destination. Neal and Tanya scowled at me for not planning ahead any better, but I replied, "Nobody told me how much to bring!!"

Tanya had some "fuel" in a roll-up bag, along with silverware, in case we had to start paddling (like a canoe). Instead of wheat, she had glass nail files to use as fuel. I started to put the first one in, but quickly realized (at the same time as Tanya, who started to freak out) that I also had a pen in my hand (which would ruin the engine), so I put that back in the case and added just the nail files, one at a time. We made it to our destination: Central Park. We got out and walked around. Of course the atmosphere was neat... it was Central Park!

While we were there, I got a call from my friend, Dan, asking me for my tax info, which I thought was weird because I already had done my taxes (you know, back in April). 

We were going to leave shortly after that... but I'm not sure how, since we had run out of wheat and nail files.