calielizabeth

I was at a martial arts class, not the martial arts class that I usually go to, and then I walked outside it was like Pittsburgh, and I saw Han Mi Martial arts (my martial arts school) doing a demo, and I told them I would have come, but they said it was just for advanced students not beginners so they didn't tell me. Then I crawled in through a net and tried to pull my way through, and Han Mi Martial arts said it was bad and I shouldnt and they would tell me later. I ended up in a large cafeteria and I realized I was dreaming. I ate a bar (dream food) and walked around looking for lemonade. I closed my eyes and opened them to test if I was dreaming or awake. Nothing happened and I decided I would probably stay asleep, so I walked around didn't find the lemonade, and then I woke up.

Earlier in the night, I had a false wake up, and I was in a large bedroom with a window and a door to outside. It wasn't my bedroom and I thought Im dreaming, I might be, but I doubted myself and was too afraid to go outside, and then I slipped into a different dream that I forget now.

Another dream I had last night was I walked to a high school to apply to be a creative writing teacher. The principal in the office told me that he had a spot for a teachers' aid but then the devil posessed me and I did something crazy and blacked out and then the principal told me what happened and told me to leave. I said but I want to be a creative writing teacher but they told me to leave.

I am standing in a tree-house. A boy with short, light brown hair stands across from me. He is looking up towards the heavens. I glance at him, then I look up. I look at him again: he is peaceful. His heart is radiating love, complete, unconditional love. He is thinking silently. We are both on DMT. An older, yet remarkably young, man walks in. He stands next to the boy - he is, perhaps, the boy's father or uncle. He is there to protect us. The tree house starts spinning, and there is a Kennywood sign in the distance. None of us are scared. It just is, and we are joyous. It spins and spins and spins.
Then I wake up, and the boy is gone. His father is gone. I want to meet them. God, were they real? I ask. I don't get a clear answer. I get an answer, I'm just not sure whether or not that answer came from God or my subconsciousness. He's Aaron Dottle's roommate in heaven. The father? Or uncle? I don't know.
I am laying down, my head is on my pillow. I try to savor the memory of the dream. Put it into my memory, remember what he looked like. I don't know his name. I stop thinking about Aaron's roommate - who I will meet someday - and shut my eyelids.
I am sitting in a room with a fireplace. There are tables with chairs. Couches. We are sitting discussing the Bible. It's one of those Upper Room dreams, the ones that make me want to go back to Pittsburgh and have fellowship with the Upper Room. I love them dearly...Jenna, Mike, Deirdre. We are all sitting together talking. There is complete honesty. None of us are judging. We are thinking about God, and Mike, the pastor, is teaching. We listen calmly, joyously. I ask them, "Have you seen Damon?" He is my soul-mate that I lost sight of, lost my chances with, but I know that, even though he pretends to hate me, he loves me as deeply as I love him. I gave away his secret. I can't tell you what it is. I hear, "He always asks, 'Have you seen Cali?'" and that makes me happy. Then I look down at my Bible. I read the words on the page. Do not be decieved: God cannot be mocked. A man reaps what he sows. Whoever sows to please their flesh, from the flesh will reap destruction; whoever sows to please the Spirit, from the Spirit will reap eternal life. Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up. Therefore, as we have opportunity, let us do good to all people, especially to those who belong to the family of believers. Galations 6:7-10 I look up from my green leather Bible. We discuss. I think, 'I'll never give up on Damon.' Then I see Damon outside of the window. He is looking in and the window is open. I stand up and jump out the window and Damon starts running. I am running after him, hearing And I'll be by your side, wherever you fall in the dead of night, whenever you call and please don't fight these hands that are holding you. My hands are holding you. Suddenly the running is all there is: me and Damon, in heaven, running and running. We don't stop. Our feet silently touch the fresh green grass.
I open my eyes slowly. I'm back in my bed, and Damon is nowhere to be found. I remember hearing Tenth Avenue North. I want to be by Damon's side, I think. And I know that God is by Damon's side. I think, I hope Damon becomes Christian before he dies. I don't want him to go to Hell. I know he will get out and I will see him. I'll wait by his bed. I'll watch him sleep. And when he opens his eyelids, he'll finally stop dreaming. I'll stay awake. We'll stay up all night talking, as if we were communicating telepathically.
We were. I know it, because he stabbed me, and I woke up. He read my mind. He told me, 'If you're right, I'm happy.' And I know that someday, he will love God as much as I do. (He didn't stab me, but for a while I thought he did because I felt a sharp pain in my heart)
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I was in a library with many floors. I was exploring the books. Then suddenly I was in a painting class. I was holding a paintbrush. I dipped it into skin color paint, and touched the brush to the blank page in front of me.
There have been many dreams of heaven swimming pools. In one of them, it was small and divided between lanes, and I had a vest on. Something felt wrong, and I asked, Where’s Jesus, because in the dream I thought I was in heaven but everything was so wrong. Then the dream changed. Someone found me and held my hand and walked with me to a different area. One that was peaceful and beautiful. And then the person lead me to the pool in a building. It was huge and the water was clear and there were lap lanes but not only lap lanes. There was a lifeguard and she was climbing up the chair where lifeguards sat. It made me realize that I wouldn’t drown; no one in heaven would ever let me drown. Then I awoke happy, happy that I changed my dream by asking for Jesus. It was sort of lucid dreaming.
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I let the nightmares go. I just let myself forget them. I am not that person that was dreaming. Night changes many thoughts, and it wasn’t real. So I can’t tell you what it was that made me think differently about God, but right now I love God, so that’s all that matters.

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I joined a gym. They have free exercise classes. Am I awake? Am I dreaming? I don’t think so. From now on I plan to question my consciousness…ask myself if I’m awake. Then someday I’ll ask myself, am I awake? While I am sleeping. Maybe I’ll have more lucid dream.
Come back to reality, wake from your lucid dream. Sometimes I am just a dreamer. I go through life in a dreamlike way, but now I am awake. I am awake because I hear music and I’m not in the tunnel machine that I often go through while I’m sleeping and dreaming. There isn’t that nightmarish cliff that I saw when I was dreaming about wanting to buy donuts in Pittsburgh. There was a cliff and a railing and a road below the cliff, and I was scared out of my mind.
I dreamt I was loving Sara Leticia, but I don’t remember the dream, but the essence was that she had room for me in her life, and that she was letting me into her life with Stefan. Before that I had a dream that I was doing back handsprings, and it was so easy and simple. One day, like in my many gymnastics dreams, I will do backhandsprings and back tucks and they will be simple and easy. After thousands of years of training, I will do gymnastics like the girl I wish I was, the girl I wish I grew up as.
Because I didn’t become that girl (yet), I became the girl that loves violin and writing. Sometimes I feel absolutely joyous listening to myself playing violin. Sometimes I feel bored playing violin, not loving the sound I’m making, so I put my violin away, and I go someplace quiet to sit and think. Later I pick up the violin again and try to make it sing.
I had a dream where I was in heaven and running. There was a staircase that went down millions of feet and then a lovely green hill. Wherever I was I just kept running. Then I found some people and we were looking at rocks and gently putting them in the water. I found a red and black rock that looked like a beating heart. Someone said, "Look for a Jesus colored rock." I said, the rock I found is red and that's the color of the blood He shed to save us. Earlier in the dream I was sharing clothing that a boy was wearing, we swapped clothing. When I woke up it was like there was a rock laying on top of my chest, I couldn't move and it was scary. The lesson I learned: just keep running, just keep holding on, because there will be God's light somewhere in the distance, and you will find it, you will dream it, you will hold onto God's love. Just keep running through the rocky terrain and you will find a beautiful garden.

Dream 2.

I had a dream that Gaggy was keeping me and my mom prisoner inside a large house. Gaggy is my dead grandmother who is in heaven now. I'm obviously afraid of her. I was outside by a barbed wire fence and I saw Frank Ross Triptastical on the other side. I couldnt climb over I was weak. I asked Frank to help me and he said but you never helped me. So I said I will now I'd rather be a smudge. (I am reading a book where society is divided into people who stay up at night, the smudges, and people who live during the day, the rays. the rays oppress the smudges and remove their pineal glands when they are babies. terrible right? Its called "Plus One"). Anyways, Frank climbed the fence and went inside the fence still outside. He dropped his backpack and helped me climb over. We walked to where there was trees and left the backpack there. We were going to walk around but heard footsteps and thought it was Gaggy, but it turned out to be my friend Kirstin and another girl. We hugged them happy to see them. Inside the house Gaggy had been yelling at me and hurting me but I escaped. I believe that the devil was pretending to be Gaggy to hurt me and to make me be afraid of Gaggy because in the dream Gaggy my grandmother was wicked but she isn't in real life. I told Frank I would help him so I have to help him. I couldn't find him on facebook so I prayed for him and I will keep praying for him.

Dream 1/Earlier.

In an earlier dream that I recalled later, a group was doing ballet inside or outside I dont remember, and I saw my friend Polly's daughter Emma doing ballet with them, and I walked towards the group and started to dance with them. There was a ballet teacher in the front of the group. When I walked into the group Emma morphed into a different little girl. I danced some and fell on the ground and did a pose on the ground but I was stuck on the ground and couldn't move. The dance teacher said if she was going to use me she could only use me as a prima ballarina, as a dance soloist, because of the large way I dance. I forget the beginning and end of the dream I know there was more but it's lost to me.