Undeniable
Tuesday, July 31st, 2007Ok, so… I’ve got to go. uh… maybe I should explain myself a little bit. I’ve been having this weird series of dreams lately, and I’m not sure what they mean. In fact the worst part about them all is that they’re not dreams at all… You see night one I have one of those dreams that you’re not sure if you’re asleep or awake and it’s even so bad that you don’t even know when the line was crossed from the dream world to the real world. As the dream starts out I was sitting up in my bed (not something I do often being I sleep on the top bunk of a bunk bed and the ceiling fan is right above me) staring at my closet for what seemed hours when all of a sudden this black… almost cloud or liquid begins moving from one end of the closet to the other infecting everything it touched as it crept slowly and ominously into my room. Armed with nothing else I picked up my pillow and chucked it at the black cloud scattering hangers everywhere and cutting the vial creature like darkness in half. Separated from its source the cloud began to wither with a moan. What seemed to be a few minutes later I then went to the rest room, got in bed and laid down without thinking when my head landed with a thud on a barren surface. I looked around everywhere for my pillow clearly remembering the dream, but so sure that it was a dream that I didn’t bother looking in the closet… but when I did I found my pillow and hangars scattered about.
On night two the dream was rather unpronounced and in fact I don’t remember much about it until I was conscious… or… well halfway conscious anyways. What I do remember however is waking up in a cold sweat, and instead of just pushing my blankets to the side I very meticulously rolled them up into this perfect ball, carried them out of my room and placed them in the hall. Then came back in and went to sleep…. an odd situation since I never sleep without a blanket even if it is 105° F outside, and really can’t stand being without something to hold onto. I woke up a while later cold and rather confused… after looking around for my blankets for a little while I remembered the events of the night before and not wanting to venture out into the hall this early yet I just grabbed one of my spare blankets from beside my bed and pulled it around me… I soon came to my senses and decided that others would think it odd if they woke up and saw my blankets in this perfect pile in the hallway so I got up and gathered them.
Night three I went to bed with several questions for myself and life. I’ve never been one to live the “stable” life so much. Never had a girlfriend for more than 3 months, never had a job for more than 5 months, and I jump around from task to task all day long at home. I posed myself with this question after going out to eat with Scott, mommy, and Brittney. The restaurant we were at was somewhere I knew several people worked during high school I was rather shocked to find them still there… obviously a fun and just good place in general to work… or was it just me? You see it’s not like I’ve not had good jobs, I was talking with a bunch of my friends the other day who all work 40+ hours a week and live on their own. They were all talking about how they were looking forward to some good promotions and stuff so that they would be making a little more than the $300 a week they currently are making. In all honesty I was floored by what they were making… Jobs where I just kind of sort of reluctantly took the job because I have bills to pay and needed something to do for a little while I was making in upwards of $500 a week, and I left those jobs either out of boredom or because I wasn’t getting paid enough to be doing what I was doing… and here these people are happy to be making what I would of laughed at someone who said I’d be making that even at 16. Kind of funny even when working at Lifetouch everybody was kind of talking about how they were all getting paid different amounts and nobody really knew why Zack asks me what I’m making and I not knowing what they were making just simply said $10.90/hr he looks at me kind of funny and says something like “Dude I’m not talking to you anymore.” not really knowing what was going on I asked the other guy who said that I was making about $1.50 more per hour than both of them. It’s not like I have some great track record with businesses or anything, I’m a horrible employee and I’ll admit it… I pack up and leave whenever I darn well feel like it without much or any warning at all. So that night I went over how school never really was my “thing” nor was working for “the man” and I definitely cannot stay stationary for very long. I was thinking about this thing Scott had said about how when he was a kid him and some friends went on a bike ride across Missouri to Arkansas for a fishing trip, so I was thinking that I should totally just get on my bike and head out… no real destination, no money, and not a clue what I’m supposed to do, it just sounded fun. I’m at that point right now where the money is gone…. like seriously GONE gone and I have to get a job or something to survive… but nothing seems right and I’ve kind of been feeling God tugging at my heart saying “go” so somewhat joking around I thinking “yeah, I should go, pack up all my jewelry stuff and just ride… somewhere, setting up shop at all the Starbucks I come across to make stuff and sales will come magically so I can afford to continue on” Anyways that night I had another dream, that I woke up to. What I remember about the dream is that I was standing on an old dirt road that didn’t make sense, staring at a bridge that was destroyed that also did not make sense seeing as there was nothing but prairie land and only a small stream, with no road connecting the bridge. The bridge was broken, tattered, and flaming, but managed to mend itself with the coblestones below that had fallen into the stream during its destruction… only thing is that the bridge was still burning with flames high enough to keep it’s occupants from their destination… at this point I woke up. Knowing that I need to make a move soon I asked God to give me some sort of sign that I should be heading out. What did I ask for? Either a random sale of jewelry that couldn’t really be explained, or a mended bridge… sales meaning I’m heading out on my bike to… uh… well who knows but I’m going. Bridge meaning that I need to stay and just work a job quit running based on feeling and just buckle down for a while. Guess what I woke up to this morning, I’ll give you one guess.
So I opened up my email this morning, still half asleep as the spam messages pile in I see this one email that just says #4 in the subject line, but it wasn’t caught by my spam filter… slightly aggravated at the performance of the spam filter lately I go to mark it as spam so that I can go through all the legit emails when I realized that the email was from myself… I went ahead and opened it to find out that it was order number four on my site (I had done two test orders on the site to make sure everything was working good, then Brenna’s parents ordered her a bracelet). So needless to say this was an unexpected and unexplainable order that I had been looking for. Oh, and I had said that it would need to be within the next two weeks since I wasn’t going to head out before the Leadership Summit and God gets back to me within 24hrs ![]()

