Dream, Answer, Not Sleeping
I had a weird dream this morning.
I was travelling to my grandmother's house, and I stopped over somewhere to visit some people, I can't remember whom. As I was walking toward their house from down the street, I was met by these large cat/dog -like animals. Seeing that they were mean, I decided the best way to get past them was to make myself look bigger.
I'm six feet tall, so this shouldn't be difficult, but I'm also fairly thin and don't have hair to puff up, but I waved my arms and made growling noises, and they seemed to fear me, and they gave me a wide berth.
But when I'd passed them and didn't pursue them, one of them became bold and approached me. My growling was not working, and the increase in my pace was cueing them that I feared them more than they me. Two of them bit me before I could make it into a door. There, a strange couple who remind me of the T___s was both unsympathetic to the situation outside and sympathetic to my injuries.
They forced on me some sort of viscous liquid in a bag, which I was supposed to apply somehow.
I saw out the window that some people had leashed the large animals and were walking them, so I decided to make my escape. But one normal size cat wouldn't stop pestering me. I was a little bit helpless because I couldn't bring myself to hurt a cat, but it was approaching with the same viciousness as the larger beasts.
Then my alarm went off, which is just as well, because I couldn't get back to my vehicle.
Some time back, I asked for questions you wanted me to cover in my journal. I'm going to answer another one now. Sorry it took so long.
4. Is George W. Bush a good Christian?
A lot of people are very happy or very upset with President Bush. In truth, I am not in any position to judge the quality of President Bush's relationship with Jesus Christ. I don't see his daily walk, so I'm not really in a position to judge his fruit, either.
I think he has done some good things while in office, and I think he has presided over some things that shouldn't have been done. But I can't say one way or the other whether President Bush is a good Christian or not. All I can do is give him the benefit of the doubt, as I do for all people I don't know who claim to be Christians.
I don't think President Bush has done anything that would make me think he was lying about his faith.
That being said, I should mention that Jesus said there is no one good, not one, except God.
I am still in the midst of a lip bloom. The one corner is still somewhat active, and a new spot emerged, but the other spot and the other corner seem to be recovered.
I'm having trouble catching up on sleep. It gets harder every night to stop talking to my girlfriend. We have grown close very quickly. I believe this is because we have not spent the first few weeks of our relationship posturing and hiding behind masks. We've been very open and honest with each other. I was not the one who first articulated this. She did. One of the things I love about her is that she is insightful. She's able to keep up with me intellectually. That isn't to say that I didn't expect her to be able to.
I try to be humble, but let's face it. I'm not an ordinary man with average intelligence. Finding people who play at my level is not an everyday occurance for me. That's part of the reason my friend list is so small. My friends are uncommon people.
My heart yearns to be closer to my girlfriend. And that yearning gets stronger with each passing day. From this point, one of two things must happen. Either I will marry this wonderful woman, or we will part ways for the rest of our lives. We are so closely matched that there is no way I could be friends with her while married to another woman. This is new for me. I could be friends with all of my ex-girlfriends and former romantic interests. Some of them are still my friends. Our relationships are such that being friends is not dangerous.
I deeply love my princess. And I wish I didn't need sleep to be healthy. We start to say our goodnights, and then we're off on another discussion. Last night, I started my goodnight at least three times. Two wills within my breast war over when the night will end.
I'm quite surprised that no one has commented on my essay about roles. I thought it would generate a firestorm.
If there is anything you'd like me to discuss in detail in my journal, leave me a comment.
Melody Hound - A search engine for music.
I was travelling to my grandmother's house, and I stopped over somewhere to visit some people, I can't remember whom. As I was walking toward their house from down the street, I was met by these large cat/dog -like animals. Seeing that they were mean, I decided the best way to get past them was to make myself look bigger.
I'm six feet tall, so this shouldn't be difficult, but I'm also fairly thin and don't have hair to puff up, but I waved my arms and made growling noises, and they seemed to fear me, and they gave me a wide berth.
But when I'd passed them and didn't pursue them, one of them became bold and approached me. My growling was not working, and the increase in my pace was cueing them that I feared them more than they me. Two of them bit me before I could make it into a door. There, a strange couple who remind me of the T___s was both unsympathetic to the situation outside and sympathetic to my injuries.
They forced on me some sort of viscous liquid in a bag, which I was supposed to apply somehow.
I saw out the window that some people had leashed the large animals and were walking them, so I decided to make my escape. But one normal size cat wouldn't stop pestering me. I was a little bit helpless because I couldn't bring myself to hurt a cat, but it was approaching with the same viciousness as the larger beasts.
Then my alarm went off, which is just as well, because I couldn't get back to my vehicle.
Some time back, I asked for questions you wanted me to cover in my journal. I'm going to answer another one now. Sorry it took so long.
4. Is George W. Bush a good Christian?
A lot of people are very happy or very upset with President Bush. In truth, I am not in any position to judge the quality of President Bush's relationship with Jesus Christ. I don't see his daily walk, so I'm not really in a position to judge his fruit, either.
I think he has done some good things while in office, and I think he has presided over some things that shouldn't have been done. But I can't say one way or the other whether President Bush is a good Christian or not. All I can do is give him the benefit of the doubt, as I do for all people I don't know who claim to be Christians.
I don't think President Bush has done anything that would make me think he was lying about his faith.
That being said, I should mention that Jesus said there is no one good, not one, except God.
I am still in the midst of a lip bloom. The one corner is still somewhat active, and a new spot emerged, but the other spot and the other corner seem to be recovered.
I'm having trouble catching up on sleep. It gets harder every night to stop talking to my girlfriend. We have grown close very quickly. I believe this is because we have not spent the first few weeks of our relationship posturing and hiding behind masks. We've been very open and honest with each other. I was not the one who first articulated this. She did. One of the things I love about her is that she is insightful. She's able to keep up with me intellectually. That isn't to say that I didn't expect her to be able to.
I try to be humble, but let's face it. I'm not an ordinary man with average intelligence. Finding people who play at my level is not an everyday occurance for me. That's part of the reason my friend list is so small. My friends are uncommon people.
My heart yearns to be closer to my girlfriend. And that yearning gets stronger with each passing day. From this point, one of two things must happen. Either I will marry this wonderful woman, or we will part ways for the rest of our lives. We are so closely matched that there is no way I could be friends with her while married to another woman. This is new for me. I could be friends with all of my ex-girlfriends and former romantic interests. Some of them are still my friends. Our relationships are such that being friends is not dangerous.
I deeply love my princess. And I wish I didn't need sleep to be healthy. We start to say our goodnights, and then we're off on another discussion. Last night, I started my goodnight at least three times. Two wills within my breast war over when the night will end.
I'm quite surprised that no one has commented on my essay about roles. I thought it would generate a firestorm.
If there is anything you'd like me to discuss in detail in my journal, leave me a comment.
Melody Hound - A search engine for music.