Flying! I was Flying!

       Last night...or this morning I had two dreams. One of them was driving a miniature sports car with a very close friend of mine. We was trying to find that registration sticker. We was driving into elevators going up to the 4th floor asking for directions then drove outside. I found a car and called it my own. This dream was fun but it wasn't as fun as the second dream.
       I can't remember how the second dream started off but what I do remember was that I was in the air stroking my giant wings. It was like those wings that you would imagine angels would have. It felt like I was in utter freedom; both mind, spirit and body. It felt so good. I flying near town. I see houses and dove down for a closer look. I landed on a fence near a park. That's when I felt someone was chasing me. I had to jump off. I didn't think my wings would lift me off before I hit the ground but at the last moment when I almost hit the grass I took off. That's the end of my dream
       When I woke up I felt so indescribable. It's that feeling, if you can imagine, if you'd flew the first time in your life; Amazing.

January 10, 2013

       This dream starts off in my deli. This deli didn't look like the deli that I owned in real life. It looked more elegant. My cousin, Angela was working the register. I was at the counter looking for food that I can take with me. Angela was asking me about house church and church in general because she found out that I had brought Stacy, my other cousin, to house church. (Stacy actually did come to house church the day before.) At this moment I felt so happy. It was like I was bringing all my cousins to church and having them understand Christ more. It was a Monday morning. While I was having a conversation with Angela and the people around me I realized I had missed Saturday praise practice and Sunday worship. I ran to church to see if it was true, it was. I became sad and disappointed in my self. Joan also came up to me asking where I was. Then became disappointed in me. For the next, what it seems like a whole day in my dream, I felt depressed and sad that I had missed worship.

Death of a child (Nightmare*)

       It's the middle of the night. I am looking out of my balcony. A garbage truck rolls by collecting garbages. I see my dad working the lever that compresses the trash. Then I see a boy that I know from church. He frolicking right on to the trunk of the truck. When he got on my dad, not noticing the boy, pulled the lever that compresses the garbage. I ran out screaming "stop stop stop!" I desperately look for the red button that would stop the compression. At this moment I was so sad and terrified of the fact that I couldn't stop the impending doom of the boy. Finally, my dad release the lever and the compression claw opened. A detached head fell out and dangled about on the mouth of the trunk.

I woke up with the same feeling I had since I ran out screaming, terrified and sad. I also had fear from an supernatural being. I stayed in my bed covering up. I never had such a horrific dream.