July 13, 2007

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  A dream I still remember...

  
  

  This was a dream I had this week. I had other dreams but I could not remember them. I couldn't go back to sleep in the guestroom this week. I've been working out at night lately,  I have so much energy when I wake up in the morning that I am ready for the day.

  
  

  My grandson has no problem, he could sleep in no time. I love watching him sleeping. He is like a little angel when he is asleep. The innocence of a youth--I always pray that God protects him from the evilness of this world.

  
  

  My dream this week was about my wallet. The setting was a place of gathering. In a truck, all the guests' belongings were piled up in the open bed of a truck. When I checked my bag, I could tell that someone messed up with the contents inside. When I looked in my bag, my wallet was gone. I was so mad and I panicked. In my dream, I tried to do a rewind, like rewinding a VHS tape, but each time, I would check my bag, the wallet was not there.

  
  

  One of the things I am careful about is making sure that I have my wallet and all its' contents in my bag. When I use my debit and credit cards, I always recheck if I put it back in my wallet before I leave the cash register and again, when I get out of the store. My husband thinks I am paranoid. It's a force of habit for me. I don't see nothing wrong with it--better safe than sorry... I shred all our personal mail... identity theft is rampant... the devil and his cohorts are working overtime and you could see their works all over in the media, the internet and tv and magazines. Awareness is much better than ignorance.

  
  

  

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