No More I’s Capitalized… Just the You’s.

- 12:30 -

It seems that I had two different distinct dream last night, but when I reflect on them, it seems like they should fit in the same time line somehow.
In the first one, I was on a huge plane, (flying home from school maybe?) but Mark, Daniel, Carissa, and some more of my friends like Sam, and I think Melissa and Jason were there too. But we were all down in the cargo-hold trying to stay safe because the plane was being hi-jacked by random people on the flight. We don’t know what caused these normal people to hi-jack the plane, but there was this fine purple mist that we sometimes saw lurking around, so we got scared and went in the cargo hold. I remember we had solidified the door so that no one could get in, but then we heard Chanelle Sutphin on the other side begging us to let her in. She was scared. Once we did, she turned to us and pointed a gun at us. We ran down the stairs (the door was at the top of some stairs above the cargo hold) with out hands up, and she didn’t shoot. I don’t remember what I did, but somehow I stole the gun from her. Suddenly, whatever force was controlling her finally took over. She floated over to the middle of the stairs and stood there smiling and pointing at us with this weird glow in her eyes. I shot her in the arm, and she snapped out of it, and we bandaged her arm. Right after, there was a loud banging on the door. I guess the spirit or demon had moved on to someone else who was now trying to get in. We realized then that there was something about us that the demon had to stop to successfully hi-jack the plane, and we wondered why it wasn’t controlling us. Melissa said to pray, so all of us, including the injured Chanelle, started praying and after a while the banging slowed and stopped. I don’t remember what happened next, BUT…….

Some time later in the night, I’m going on the Winter retreat to Horn Creek. I don’t remember why, but someone like Mark had planned a ‘Class of ‘07 reunion’ at Horn Creek the same days.
Anyway, when I got there, it was very warm. There were all sorts of new kids that had gone on the trip with us, and I was anxious to meet them, but they seemed intimidated to meet me. It was weird for me because everyone (except Ashleigh, Faust, Sara, Mandi, Kim, Kerri, Wes, Troy, Leola, and others who knew me well) treated me like I was some kind of celebrity. They talked and stared at me with their friends. It was strange, and because of this reputations, it was hard to make friends with the other kids.
Anyway, I don’t remember what I was doing, but I was a little late for worship at the retreat, and Faust had told me that instead of me leading worship, there was going to be their new worship team they had just hired. When I went in, there was a full orchestra! Along with guitar, drums, bass, and everything else in a regular band, it also had harps, hammered dulcimers, a full string and horn section, xylophones, percussion, you name it. The worship leader had a violin and was flying around on these inflatable rafts that were connected end to end, so when it flew, it looked like a giant caterpillar. Like I said, it was flying through the air, dipping and diving like it was a roller coaster, only not supported or suspended by anything. Just flying. He was on the front raft, leading worship as he flew. There was no mic, so he depended mostly on us to know the words and sing them, which led to a very meek crowd of worshippers. I knew the words, though, so I screamed them out, trying to worship, and others started doing the same. I was in complete worship, hands raised, in the zone. But then Faust says something like to his girlfriend, like, “Can I hold your hand like Ashleigh and ________ always hold hands.” Faust looked at me, and so did Ashleigh, who was indeed holding some weird guy’s hand. So I stormed out of the room, and waited for my friends in my class to arrive to take my mind off of Ash. Then Sara, Kim, and Kerri, (And Vanessa Rabe for some reason) met me there and were going to try to talk to me about it, but I left and decided to go back into the service, determined to worship God no matter what my circumstances. So I started worshipping again a few rows back, and soon the man got off the rafts, and invited us to get on. We flew around while we were singing, and the raft caterpillar would buck and twist, trying to throw us off. It would become a game of who could stay on the longest. (At this point in time, I was thinking, if we fall off and land on the pews, it’s really going to hurt! But soon the ‘dream control’ kicked in and I told myself, “It’s a dream, Blake. You won’t get hurt, just have fun!”
I was the last one surviving every time we played.
After worship, we all went to this indoor swimming pool. I tried to stay as far away from Ash and Brian as possible. I remember watching some of my classmates walk in the doors and check in at the front desk. I remember Kirstin came, and McKenzie came with her. Mark and Daniel and Hall showed up later.
I remember getting out and chatting with them for a bit, and then when I went back to the pool, I saw Carey, and realized that I didn’t even know he was at Horn Creek with us. I went to say hello. He didn’t recognize me at first, but when I got closer, he gave me a hug that lasted for about ten minutes. Then I went and got dressed and dressed Carey as well, and we went for a walk outside. We were climbing up the side of this rock face when Shane joined us and told us about a great view over by this crooked tree. So the three of us went over to the tree, where Justin F. and Tyler B. were sitting and looking at the view, and we joined them.
And that’s about the last thing I remember.

I also wanted to comment that these dream journal entries are not the only days I have dreams. I have them almost every night, but I either don’t have time in the morning to write them down and I forget them by the afternoon, or I really just can’t remember enough detail to spend time writing down anything.