Postby bkilbour » Fri Oct 07, 2011 7:49 pm
I have a recurring dream about once a year, where I'm tied or duct-taped to an office chair on the Grand Canyon, and an invisible force slowly rolls me off. Every time, right after I hit the bottom, I wake up.
All last deployment I kept dreaming about searching various convenience stores looking for my favorite ciagarrettes (American Spirits), but never finding any.
The saddest was when I dreamt of my dad burning in hell and screaming hysterically. I still remember the sound, and I woke up crying.
The scariest? Well, I once dreamed about a skeleton apocalypse. Skeletons were killing people, and the reason that corpses were shedding their skin and joining the skeletons was that it felt really, really good (like some sort of drug) to be doing that and working alongside the other skeletons. Me and my little brother, who saw through that, were locking ourselves in our house and trying our best to hide from them, but he started getting curious about the skeleton-high, and I woke up as I was struggling to keep him from joining them.
Hebrews 12
John 14
Matthew 6
Psalm 119
May God be glorified!