Dreams

I have notes on my iphone and some of them are random things from random places. I realized some of the sentences don't make sense but are still thought provoking. I was just going through my phone and found the following:


"dream that launches a movement"

It makes me wonder... will any of my dreams ever launch a movement? I dont' think i'm much of a revolutionary or someone who's going to make an impact one the world. Who knows, maybe I will become one or God will use me to be one?

To be honest though, I think I'll be quite content with being used to launch a movement in the people around me - to impact the way even a single person thinks or experiences life.

Just a thought :)


on the other hand, I realized that my productivity level late at night is very difficult to keep up :)

dear future husband 1DEC2009

Dear Future Husband,

I had a dream about you yesterday. I had a dream that we were married and we opened up a used bookstore together. It was a great business with tons of people. You were kind of quiet and sat behind the cash reading a book. I would greet people and show them our collections which included a wall of national geographic magazines dated back to the very first issue.

Have you ever had those dreams where you have no such feelings prior to a dream, but the feelings within your dream carry over to your real life? Call me crazy, but i am madly in love with this mystery man.

Where are you?!?! huk...

Anyways, it's exams season. Don't forget to eat, sleep, and pray!! Unless you're from waterloo and on co-op or.... working aged? (in which case you're quite old! HAHAHA)

Wherever you are, i'm praying for you!!!

proof i shouldn't watch scary movies

After watching a scary movie, I went up to do my PD assignment that I should be doing instead of blogging.

Of course, however, I fall asleep.

Into a dream.


where im a boy (yes, a boy -_-) named Donnie who's trying to return to my aunt, Cherie (who is my landlord) who can give me a safe place to live. I'm hiding from a millionaire who looks Robert John Burke from Gossip Girl.

Why?

I don't ever hear this but I "know" it's because he is convinced I'm a danger to society and I need to be locked up and tortured. But before I go to aunt Cherie's house I need to steal back my parents' belongings that the millionaire seized when he kidnapped and tortured my parents to death.

Weird thing about this dream, though. I'm also myself - audrey. I enter the household of this millionaire for a corporate party and i know all about donnie vs. millionaire. I wander and wind up in a room on the second floor where it smells kind of funky. I see a couple people unconscious on the floor.

I look in their hands and there's half eaten jello. I know almost instantaneously that it's "sleeping jello" and look up to find balloons with holes in them - leaking sleeping gas. I conclude that this room is important and the millionaire is definitely expecting donnie. (ps. i think i'm quite awesome with my detective skills)

i run out to the balcony only to see a trap door in the roof swing open, and donnie fall to the floor below me, while a whole bunch of balloons emitting the same gas are released with him. I look down to find his body but it's already being dragged off by the millionaire's chefs.

I wake up after seing a red balloon tied to his ankle.






i hate dreams that make your adrenaline pump.

damn scary movies.

don't cheat yourself

I've been having a lot of dreams lately and I don't always know what they mean (like the boot one), but I think it means I have a lot on my mind (고민 is the perfect word).

Yesterday's KCF was pretty awesome, humbling, fun - i needed it. Not that I've had a tough week or anything but I think living on my own, I'm getting a lot more time to think about myself and God, which can be a good and a bad thing.

KCF had bible study and we studied the chapter that says this:

Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat; or about your body, what you will wear. Life is more than food, and the body more than clothes. Consider the ravens: They do not sow or reap, they have no storeroom or barn; yet God feeds them. And how much more valuable you are than birds! Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to his life? Since you cannot do this very little thing, why do you worry about the rest?

Three things here.

1. Do not worry about my life. I had a dream last night where Dolly was going to her KIN100 class and I had a huge irresistable urge to go as well (I really want to take this class!) I was in the class and it was a great class but I woke up and panicked because lately, I haven't done so great in school. And then this got me to think about my whole med school dilemma again and it was a mess of panic in my mind.

2. But then I prayed about it and I was pretty much suddenly calmed as if someone was telling me that if I rely on Him, He'll provide because we're that much more important to Him than birds and birds don't even have to prepare food or whatever. Not that I can just sit back and laze away, but that if I do try my hardest (I don't think I have yet to be 100% honest), He will provide.

3. I've never really enjoyed art. I am trying because its something that's so dear to my brother's and my friends' hearts. It's something I feel like I have to understand but apparently it's something to "feel" in the words of a friend. I saw Salvador Dali's clock painting in grade 6 and didn't really like it. It was a little too... different for me.

I saw it this morning and was really sad. It's October already and I have accomplished a lot of my goals, but I feel like I cheated myself with simple goals that I didn't really have to work for. Time is slipping away, and I really want to change so that I can push myself.

digging, boots, and my grade 8 science teacher?

I just woke up because I had the weirdest dream ever.

I was at the park at my house and there was this guy giving away free RUBBER boots. Thing is, everyone was allowed only one pair (and no one broke this rule). And these boots were really nice! But they were stored underground and you had to dig for them.

Luckily, he had a "boot detector" which could detect your size as well as colour. But people kept digging so slow and by the time it was my turn, he had to go home. I really wanted a pair (since all my shoes get my feet wet when it rains) so I decided to dig just anywhere.

I dug enough so that I hit a tunnel where all the shoes were semi-buried in the walls and in the floor of the tunnel - sort of like the catacombs. Some of the shoes were cracked, which i threw to the side. A lot of them were purple and pink - I discarded these.

I pulled out shoe after shoe looking for a size 7 and a half or at least a 7 or an 8 and could find nothing! And on top of that, I was specifically looking for yellow boots - I discarded green because Dolly had green boots. How stubborn I am.

Unbeknown to me, the hole had grown to let in more light as I searched. But then I heard voices. My grade 8 science teacher, now a hobo, was drinking hot chocolate with her other hobo buddy and talking about running away to hawaii.

I hid because i probably shouldn't have been looking for boots on my own, but she found me and asked me how I was doing. I told her the usual - where i go to school, what i'm studying, my future goals. I should have paid more attention to the dream, because I don't remember what my goals were.

End of dream.