Burnt Mc Donalds

   I had a dream last night of a fast food restaurant being burnt down.  It was a shell of what it was.  I saw the people that owned it and worked there.  There was one person who was not there and that was because they were late to work. The owners were a black family.  I do not know if they were black because of the fire, like symbolizing they were burned, or not.  Have to wait and see what comes up.

Tornadoes

    I had a dream last night about tornadoes.  There is going to be some soon.  I hope that everyone in the TN valley and the south in general (where it has been so warm)  will take precautions and be careful.  I was shown on a map where it will happen.  It will go from north to south, the line of storms.  There was mention of a low pressure system.

Why

       I was awakened this morning around 2:30am or so.  I do not know why.  I also was awakened with the question of why did I come back.  You see, my husband packed a bag last weekend and said he was leaving, he has done this at least once a month for a while now.  Then yesterday he told me to leave.  So I went to mom's for a few hours and came back.  But why did I come back.  Why.
      Are my kids going to grow up in a similar unstable environment that we did?  My husband's parents fought all the time.  My parents fought all the time.  My husband threatening divorce so often has torn me and my daughter apart.  It is too much.
       For the first time I ever remember, I can not sleep, and I just keep wondering why did I come back.  Maybe I am not supposed to be back here.  Maybe I was supposed to stay gone and stay away.

Dad dream

    I had a weird dream with my dad in it.  He was on my left side.  There was someone on my right side.  There was a female showing us around this town.  It was very unique.  There were some neat innovations and they advertised things around town in unique ways.  It was very plant based.  I was complimenting the female on the town and how much I loved it.  She took us to the left side of the street to where these shops came close together.  Some on each side.  But it was too narrow for a wheelchair to get through.  I thought that was crappy, it was not wheelchair accessible. She wanted to show us the souvenir shop on the right side.  She asked how many of this particular card would we, the lady to my right, and I would need.  Four each.  They were in regards to helping people somehow.  Holy Spirit help me to remember what they were for.  I remember holding them and something else small in my hand.  Then my Dad wanted to see them. I did not want to show him.  His wheelchair kept slipping back and hitting me every time I went to go forward.  He kept hurting me.  I told him to put the brake on his wheelchair because he is hurting me and I don't like it.  He didn't seem too concerned and he still wanted my cards.  I think I eventually let him hold them.  I didn't like it though.

Potty

      Night before last I dreamed that our son went to the potty on his own for the first time.  Then yesterday it happened!  Super cool to have a dream come true so soon after you dream it.  I was just so tickled that he tee-teed in the potty, I didn't tell anyone about the dream. Because the dream doesn't really matter...just the fact that my man grew up a little bit more yesterday!  He even did it when daddy got home from work, too...so he got to experience that first hand!  Really cool time tied in with a dream.

Frustrated

    I am frustrated with myself getting hurt by the things that my husband says and how he handles situations.  I should know after over ten years that when he senses the slightest bit of disagreement he will run to the hills.  He won't stay and say that what I said seemed disrespectful.  He will bale on me.  Just like he learned from his psycho mom.  I am just frustrated.  I am tired that no matter how i change, what I do differently, if I say anything that he doesn't like, he bails out and just leaves.  It is so rude and disrespectful and demeaning.  To never have what you say matter or count.  To always feel rejected and like you have nothing to contribute.  That my opinion doesn't matter.  It is hard.  Today is one of those hard days.  And yes, sometimes I do hate my husband.  I realized today that I resent him for holding me back from what God wants me to do.  I know God wants me to finish bible school and help children.  I want more children and my husband does not.  I want to travel and tell people about God and my husband is an unbeliever.  I want to do such great things for God and my husband could care less about any of that and what it means to me.  Or at least it seems that way.  Especially, when I am working on doing something for a charity and he doesn't support my efforts.  I wish he would pray with me.  I wish he would not expect me to be perfect.  I wish he would realize how great God's love is for him so that maybe he could give a smidgen back to me.

Train Dream

      I got on board a train with a couple of people.  One was an old friend named Luke.  I remember not knowing where the train was going.  I was told by a young lady that it was going in a loop and that I'd be back home soon.  I relaxed.  The train lay out was different.  I remember this one car was blue...a robin's egg almost, blue.  It was wide.  It had two beds in the middle, turned down, very fluffy, with partitions between the bed and the walkway/doors to the next car.  They were on both sides of the beds.  They had a couple of sets of beds like this.  They were raised a little off of the floor.  They looked so comfy and inviting.  I wanted to lay in one.  There were seats off to the side of the beds that were in the middle.
       Then I saw a lady from the train.  She was checking on people's arrangements.  Then there was another young lady.  She had just gotten on the train.  She told me she was going to Mexico! I was floored.  Then I asked where we were headed now.  A young lady told me, "Washington".  I thought, where is Washington Alabama?  Then I started to worry a little.  I wanted to get off of the train.  I liked the idea of going to Mexico and sleeping in that car.  But I felt I had to get back home.  The train lady told me, at some point, that you have to have prepurchased a ticket for the sleeping arrangements I longed for.  Then I remembered seeing someone's ticket/paperwork laid neatly on the made bed folds of  sheets.
      Someone told me, I believe that lady from the train, that I could get off and someone would come pick me up and I would go home.  My friend Luke had conveyed that he would get off of the train with me.  Then I was suddenly off of the train.  I was standing in a partially covered curved parking area.  It curved behind me and to my right.  I looked at the train in front of me, but it was now a bus.  I saw my friend Luke stick his head out of the back door on the driver's side, and then he and his duffle bag jumped off of the bus/train (it was red with a vertical stripe).  Then I felt relieved.  Knowing I had someone with me, considering I had no idea where I was.  Then the bus was gone...
   
     I had been studying Matthew chapter 24:15 where Jesus tells us to stand in the Holy place.  I was wondering what is the holy place and where is it?  Is it figurative or literal?  I had also looked in Daniel at the abominations and was wondering what those are to be or were exactly.  I wonder if that has to do with my dream.  Or if my dear friend has accepted Jesus as his saviour finally!