<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21625165</id><updated>2012-02-16T01:04:41.493-08:00</updated><category term='sword'/><category term='Snakes'/><category term='Wasps'/><category term='dreams'/><category term='victory'/><category term='Christ'/><category term='dreaming of people'/><category term='1982'/><category term='family'/><category term='weird'/><category term='praying in tongues'/><category term='football'/><category term='bob hoskins'/><title type='text'>God Speaks to us in Dreams</title><subtitle type='html'>A safe place to discuss dream interpretation. Let's pray and see what God says. God spoke to many people in the Bible through dreams. Maybe He's speaking now?

If you have an interesting dream, send it to me and maybe we can pray about it and see what God says.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://interpretmydream.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21625165/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interpretmydream.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>tommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16097815148812021875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7iWKou3tPrM/TXqBvQRoPPI/AAAAAAAAAHA/9sMn5sV-6Uc/s220/Thanks4.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21625165.post-8158729579645714666</id><published>2011-09-09T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T07:27:36.418-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreaming of people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weird'/><title type='text'>More Dreams of People</title><content type='html'>I'm dreaming about people that I have never dreamed about. I wonder what's up with this. Also, interpreting my dreams through the "Grace" filter. They are making more sense. Maybe I should write a book about dreams? Maybe I should blog more.... : )&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sFf9l8I38fU/TmoiNEK5GOI/AAAAAAAAALw/MGd3xu0ELS8/s1600/dreams-of-flying.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" width="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sFf9l8I38fU/TmoiNEK5GOI/AAAAAAAAALw/MGd3xu0ELS8/s400/dreams-of-flying.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21625165-8158729579645714666?l=interpretmydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://interpretmydream.blogspot.com/feeds/8158729579645714666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21625165&amp;postID=8158729579645714666&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21625165/posts/default/8158729579645714666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21625165/posts/default/8158729579645714666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interpretmydream.blogspot.com/2011/09/im-dreaming-about-people-that-i-have.html' title='More Dreams of People'/><author><name>tommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16097815148812021875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7iWKou3tPrM/TXqBvQRoPPI/AAAAAAAAAHA/9sMn5sV-6Uc/s220/Thanks4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sFf9l8I38fU/TmoiNEK5GOI/AAAAAAAAALw/MGd3xu0ELS8/s72-c/dreams-of-flying.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21625165.post-7477581403897114981</id><published>2011-05-27T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T06:33:39.326-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snakes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sword'/><title type='text'>Rattlsnake Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xXLDNTCulV4/Td-oD-dfpMI/AAAAAAAAAJo/rHPh4-YUzJQ/s1600/copperhead-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="259" width="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xXLDNTCulV4/Td-oD-dfpMI/AAAAAAAAAJo/rHPh4-YUzJQ/s400/copperhead-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamed I saw a rattlesnake, or what i thought was a rattler; it had no rattles, in our living room. It was big, maybe 4-5 feet long. I called out to my wife, Priscilla to come and see. Maybe I said come here. Before she gets in there, it slithers up under this big piece of furniture. I'm thinking, man I sure wish I had my sword. I'd cut its head off. At this point in my dream I wake up, but I'm still asleep. I say again, "If I had my sword, I would have cut its head off. All of a sudden, I have this big golden sword and I'm back in the scene again and I chop off its head! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe something happened in the spiritual realm. I woke up feeling good and powerful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21625165-7477581403897114981?l=interpretmydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://interpretmydream.blogspot.com/feeds/7477581403897114981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21625165&amp;postID=7477581403897114981&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21625165/posts/default/7477581403897114981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21625165/posts/default/7477581403897114981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interpretmydream.blogspot.com/2011/05/rattlsnake-dream.html' title='Rattlsnake Dream'/><author><name>tommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16097815148812021875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7iWKou3tPrM/TXqBvQRoPPI/AAAAAAAAAHA/9sMn5sV-6Uc/s220/Thanks4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xXLDNTCulV4/Td-oD-dfpMI/AAAAAAAAAJo/rHPh4-YUzJQ/s72-c/copperhead-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21625165.post-6855999597175730109</id><published>2011-05-25T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T10:17:37.791-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wasps'/><title type='text'>Wasps in the Warehouse</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kIUmqJpy2jk/Td05q1vb6bI/AAAAAAAAAJY/D239c7Fhnd4/s1600/wasp.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="187" width="270" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kIUmqJpy2jk/Td05q1vb6bI/AAAAAAAAAJY/D239c7Fhnd4/s400/wasp.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in our old warehouse, in the new part. Wasps are everywhere. I'm trying to warn this guy about getting stung. I'm looking for some wasp and hornet spray or at least a fly swatter. Finally I see a fly swatter. When I turn around, I see a bunch; maybe a 100 on the wall. Nobody gets stung!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe this has to do with the church, because it's in the Warehouse(storehouse) and it was our father's business(our business). Hornets are mentioned 3 times in the Bible and always in connection with driving out the Gentile people in the Promised Land for the benfit of the Israelites.&lt;br /&gt;Actually, we have some wasps building a nest in a light fixture outside our new office. Think I'll go nuke them!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21625165-6855999597175730109?l=interpretmydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://interpretmydream.blogspot.com/feeds/6855999597175730109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21625165&amp;postID=6855999597175730109&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21625165/posts/default/6855999597175730109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21625165/posts/default/6855999597175730109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interpretmydream.blogspot.com/2011/05/wasps-in-warehouse.html' title='Wasps in the Warehouse'/><author><name>tommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16097815148812021875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7iWKou3tPrM/TXqBvQRoPPI/AAAAAAAAAHA/9sMn5sV-6Uc/s220/Thanks4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kIUmqJpy2jk/Td05q1vb6bI/AAAAAAAAAJY/D239c7Fhnd4/s72-c/wasp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21625165.post-9175795734055224295</id><published>2011-04-11T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T07:26:30.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus Dream</title><content type='html'>I'm in a music store and there is a section of Martin Guitars. The outside section has the less expensive models and an inner section has the more expensive models. Looking in I see a guy olaying a tenor guitar. Wow! I've always wanted to do that!! I walk around to the right side and as I'm standing in the doorway. A friend walks up to me. I don't know his name, but I know that he and I are close friends. He grins and does the "toking the Ghost" pantomine and I start laughing hysterically and get so stoned that I can hardly stand up!! &lt;br /&gt;Then my cell phone rings. It's quite noisy in the store so I head out to the outside. I try telling the caller, Bro. Rick, our choir director at our old church, to hold on, it's noisy here and then he asks me if I'm busy and I say, Yeah, but it's ok, whats up? He insists on calling back later and hangs up and I see or I think I have a missed call from my wife, Priscilla. I call her and hope she's not angry with me for missing her call and the connection is bad and I have to end the call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waked up jazzed knowing that my Friend was Jesus and for a short time we were having so much fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21625165-9175795734055224295?l=interpretmydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://interpretmydream.blogspot.com/feeds/9175795734055224295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21625165&amp;postID=9175795734055224295&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21625165/posts/default/9175795734055224295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21625165/posts/default/9175795734055224295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interpretmydream.blogspot.com/2011/04/jesus-dream.html' title='Jesus Dream'/><author><name>tommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16097815148812021875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7iWKou3tPrM/TXqBvQRoPPI/AAAAAAAAAHA/9sMn5sV-6Uc/s220/Thanks4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21625165.post-1050372289644950925</id><published>2011-01-24T11:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T11:44:32.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird Dreams about Adam</title><content type='html'>No details but weird dreams about our son Adam.&lt;br /&gt;Is it about him or about man in general??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Occult stuff faces guy in suit near our former church.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe has something to do with friends?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21625165-1050372289644950925?l=interpretmydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://interpretmydream.blogspot.com/feeds/1050372289644950925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21625165&amp;postID=1050372289644950925&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21625165/posts/default/1050372289644950925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21625165/posts/default/1050372289644950925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interpretmydream.blogspot.com/2011/01/weird-dreams-about-adam.html' title='Weird Dreams about Adam'/><author><name>tommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16097815148812021875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7iWKou3tPrM/TXqBvQRoPPI/AAAAAAAAAHA/9sMn5sV-6Uc/s220/Thanks4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21625165.post-1963515294423063072</id><published>2011-01-15T14:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T14:26:23.447-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Dream</title><content type='html'>I was in training for something and the exercise was to crawl through this drain pipe on my belly. There were seveal drain pipes and I was imagining getting stuck and not being able to get out and my elbows and stomach scaped. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew! I think I blocked this one out for awhile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21625165-1963515294423063072?l=interpretmydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://interpretmydream.blogspot.com/feeds/1963515294423063072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21625165&amp;postID=1963515294423063072&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21625165/posts/default/1963515294423063072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21625165/posts/default/1963515294423063072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interpretmydream.blogspot.com/2011/01/another-dream.html' title='Another Dream'/><author><name>tommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16097815148812021875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7iWKou3tPrM/TXqBvQRoPPI/AAAAAAAAAHA/9sMn5sV-6Uc/s220/Thanks4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21625165.post-955163396777207044</id><published>2011-01-15T09:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T12:36:18.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damaged Roof</title><content type='html'>I'm in a garage or a barn trying to hammer a thing against the wall using a funky looking nail/screw. There is a big guy with me helping me and he shows me a better way to do it and that this way I might be able to hang up to 45 keys on it. As I look up, I notice that the roof is bably damaged/missing but with a few posts up and shingles hanging. I think that we need a roofer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe what we need more than the roof is the builder!&lt;br /&gt;Garage/barn=church or ministry&lt;br /&gt;Hanging thing with nail/screw-maybe hanging thesis(my beliefs) on wall&lt;br /&gt;Big Guy-Jesus the master carpenter/builder&lt;br /&gt;45-? maybe 4+5=9 Gifts of the spirit&lt;br /&gt;Damaged roof-need for a covering-real or imagined&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wake up feeling good because Jesus is with me helping me.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like my opinions/beliefs/ministry at church have little support or covering. But I'm ok with that. I share this with 4 of the 5 Toronto ladies staying with us and get agreement on it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21625165-955163396777207044?l=interpretmydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://interpretmydream.blogspot.com/feeds/955163396777207044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21625165&amp;postID=955163396777207044&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21625165/posts/default/955163396777207044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21625165/posts/default/955163396777207044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interpretmydream.blogspot.com/2011/01/damaged-roof.html' title='Damaged Roof'/><author><name>tommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16097815148812021875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7iWKou3tPrM/TXqBvQRoPPI/AAAAAAAAAHA/9sMn5sV-6Uc/s220/Thanks4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21625165.post-3334315695108342578</id><published>2010-12-31T14:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T14:03:43.882-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Those afternoon dreams are weird!</title><content type='html'>Laid down for a nap at around noon today and woke up about 3 hours later. Had one of those nonstop ramblin' dreams and when I woke up I felt like I&lt;br /&gt;I'd been sleeping for about 2 days. 2 parts were vivid:&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm talking with some lady on the cell phone. She's sending me a book. I must read it! Later she calls and I talk with her husband and he is saying the same thing and there there are Bible Verses in it that I should memorize. While I'm speaking with him, I see this black guy pushing a really cool sports car up a small ramp and through a doorway. I motion to him if I can help and he mouths back that he's ok. I have a hard time believing he got the car through the doorway, but he did it. Somehow I know the people I'm speaking to are the Mcbrides and that they are friends with A.J.&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm at the back door of a church. It's a nice brick building and I have a key. Some other guy is there and has gone inside. My wife is there and I can hear her speaking, but I don't really see her. I see myself as sitting on the floor and it's smooth concrete. It's like I'm outside of myself. I'm thinking about calling A.j. and seeing if he knows the Mcbrides. Priscilla my wife is adamant about me selling some stuff to raise money. I'm thinking she's talking about doing it on ebay. I imagine God flinging me up against the wall to show me His Power. As I am thinking this I actually find myself flung up against the wall. It's cool!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21625165-3334315695108342578?l=interpretmydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://interpretmydream.blogspot.com/feeds/3334315695108342578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21625165&amp;postID=3334315695108342578&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21625165/posts/default/3334315695108342578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21625165/posts/default/3334315695108342578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interpretmydream.blogspot.com/2010/12/those-afternoon-dreams-are-weird.html' title='Those afternoon dreams are weird!'/><author><name>tommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16097815148812021875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7iWKou3tPrM/TXqBvQRoPPI/AAAAAAAAAHA/9sMn5sV-6Uc/s220/Thanks4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21625165.post-6528692110234335048</id><published>2010-12-28T07:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T07:08:24.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 1/2 years to get ready for grad school</title><content type='html'>I'm in High School and I'm told(I think or just know) that I'm to find out what I need to know to go to Grad School in a year and a half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skip a step?&lt;br /&gt;High School mentality?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe my future....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21625165-6528692110234335048?l=interpretmydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://interpretmydream.blogspot.com/feeds/6528692110234335048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21625165&amp;postID=6528692110234335048&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21625165/posts/default/6528692110234335048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21625165/posts/default/6528692110234335048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interpretmydream.blogspot.com/2010/12/1-12-years-to-get-ready-for-grad-school.html' title='1 1/2 years to get ready for grad school'/><author><name>tommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16097815148812021875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7iWKou3tPrM/TXqBvQRoPPI/AAAAAAAAAHA/9sMn5sV-6Uc/s220/Thanks4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21625165.post-1402233562981418892</id><published>2010-12-27T08:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T08:00:59.865-08:00</updated><title type='text'>People Dream</title><content type='html'>I had one of them thar "people" dreams last night.&lt;br /&gt;Today wondering if what I think will come to pass; comes to pass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21625165-1402233562981418892?l=interpretmydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://interpretmydream.blogspot.com/feeds/1402233562981418892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21625165&amp;postID=1402233562981418892&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21625165/posts/default/1402233562981418892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21625165/posts/default/1402233562981418892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interpretmydream.blogspot.com/2010/12/people-dream.html' title='People Dream'/><author><name>tommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16097815148812021875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7iWKou3tPrM/TXqBvQRoPPI/AAAAAAAAAHA/9sMn5sV-6Uc/s220/Thanks4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21625165.post-3805032572330731586</id><published>2010-12-21T06:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T06:53:01.698-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreaming of people'/><title type='text'>Huh?</title><content type='html'>Dreaming of People &lt;br /&gt;Night before last I dreamed I was working for a funeral home.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, my wife got a call from one of our ex-employees and he is working for a funeral home. Hmmmm.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not the first time this has happened either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna start tracking these.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21625165-3805032572330731586?l=interpretmydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://interpretmydream.blogspot.com/feeds/3805032572330731586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21625165&amp;postID=3805032572330731586&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21625165/posts/default/3805032572330731586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21625165/posts/default/3805032572330731586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interpretmydream.blogspot.com/2010/12/huh.html' title='Huh?'/><author><name>tommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16097815148812021875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7iWKou3tPrM/TXqBvQRoPPI/AAAAAAAAAHA/9sMn5sV-6Uc/s220/Thanks4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21625165.post-4121096507492086851</id><published>2010-12-16T06:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T06:16:17.597-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='football'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='victory'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weird'/><title type='text'>I win in an unusual game!</title><content type='html'>I'm playing football. The field is a muddy mess. It looks much longer than a regular football field. There are only a few players on each side. I'm on defense and the other team has lined up to kick a field goal. They kick and I'm able to jump up and catch the ball. Then I slam dunk it into a large container on their side of the field. It feels weird, but good!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sort of like our life at the present. A big muddy mess that looks like we are losing the game, but at the last second win, just in a way that seems weird, but feels good. This could appy to at least 2 areas in our present lives. In Christ, we already have won the victory. Do you have the Victory??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21625165-4121096507492086851?l=interpretmydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://interpretmydream.blogspot.com/feeds/4121096507492086851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21625165&amp;postID=4121096507492086851&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21625165/posts/default/4121096507492086851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21625165/posts/default/4121096507492086851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interpretmydream.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-win-in-unusual-game.html' title='I win in an unusual game!'/><author><name>tommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16097815148812021875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7iWKou3tPrM/TXqBvQRoPPI/AAAAAAAAAHA/9sMn5sV-6Uc/s220/Thanks4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21625165.post-2210076460216008703</id><published>2010-12-08T08:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T08:41:11.426-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='victory'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='praying in tongues'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1982'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bob hoskins'/><title type='text'>Victory!!</title><content type='html'>I'm at one of our old homes. It's the first one we bought. !982. I'm with my family, but I'm not the dad, I'm a teenager or young adult. There are 5 of us and Priscilla my wife is there and she's my wife in the dream. I think my earthly father is the dad in the dream and my earthly mom is the mom. We are under attack from this man that looks like a huge Bob Hoskins, you know, the actor from "Hook" and "Who framed Roger Rabbit". He's attacking us with a baseball bat, although I never see him actually hit anyone. At one point, I'm down on the floor in the hall and Bob has broken the bat, i guess from hitting someone, and he's fixing to began clobbering me. I know that he's going to start with my knees and I thinking to myself, "This is really going to hurt!" I began to pray out loud in tongues and Bob just kind of crumples to the floor and then it's like he's asleep. I go to the master bedroom(up the hall last door on the left) where all the rest of the family are. I'm still praying in tongues and there is an urgency that we leave before Bob wakes up. I wake up praying in tongues. It's almost time for me to get up, but since I laid awake some of the night, I set my phone to go off at a later time and go back to sleep. I'm very happy and feel like I've won a great battle!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21625165-2210076460216008703?l=interpretmydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://interpretmydream.blogspot.com/feeds/2210076460216008703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21625165&amp;postID=2210076460216008703&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21625165/posts/default/2210076460216008703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21625165/posts/default/2210076460216008703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interpretmydream.blogspot.com/2010/12/victory.html' title='Victory!!'/><author><name>tommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16097815148812021875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7iWKou3tPrM/TXqBvQRoPPI/AAAAAAAAAHA/9sMn5sV-6Uc/s220/Thanks4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21625165.post-8820766516075818447</id><published>2010-12-06T11:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T11:09:56.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Graham Cooke</title><content type='html'>I dreamed that Graham Cooke was going to Gadsden Vineyard.&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember any details.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21625165-8820766516075818447?l=interpretmydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://interpretmydream.blogspot.com/feeds/8820766516075818447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21625165&amp;postID=8820766516075818447&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21625165/posts/default/8820766516075818447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21625165/posts/default/8820766516075818447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interpretmydream.blogspot.com/2010/12/graham-cooke.html' title='Graham Cooke'/><author><name>tommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16097815148812021875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7iWKou3tPrM/TXqBvQRoPPI/AAAAAAAAAHA/9sMn5sV-6Uc/s220/Thanks4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21625165.post-4993402488058447471</id><published>2010-12-02T07:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T07:01:27.198-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation?</title><content type='html'>Priscilla and I are in a Hotel room at the beach. I look out the window and see the ocean level rising and waves begin to swell up and smash against the hotel. People are out swimming in it and lounging around where the pool should be. I'm thankful that I'm on the second floor. Surely the waves won't get up this high. But they do! A big wave rises up and crashes into the hotel higher than our room. I realize that we are on the ground floor. There is no damage. I call Priscilla my wife over to look and the sun is shining and 1 man is outside by where the pool should be; there's water everywhere, but he's all relaxed in a lounge chair. On the horizon, there are waterspouts in pairs and even triplets out in the ocean. It is so cool and amazing to watch this show of nature!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21625165-4993402488058447471?l=interpretmydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://interpretmydream.blogspot.com/feeds/4993402488058447471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21625165&amp;postID=4993402488058447471&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21625165/posts/default/4993402488058447471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21625165/posts/default/4993402488058447471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interpretmydream.blogspot.com/2010/12/vacation.html' title='Vacation?'/><author><name>tommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16097815148812021875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7iWKou3tPrM/TXqBvQRoPPI/AAAAAAAAAHA/9sMn5sV-6Uc/s220/Thanks4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21625165.post-5212763511703719842</id><published>2008-11-24T13:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T13:35:08.452-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Careful!</title><content type='html'>I had a dream Monday morning sometime before I woke up at 4:13 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamed that my wife Priscilla and I were driving down an interstate highway in some large city. I reminded me of Atlanta with their multiple lane highways. All of a sudden, a large box style van, with writing on the side of it, like a business would put on a truck, was out of control and careened by us. The van then ran into an 18 wheel truck hauling a trailer and there was even a car, or maybe several involved. I slowed down and began to get over in the right lane and narrowly avoided the wreck that eventually covered the whole road. We got out of our vehicle and I used my cell phone to call 911. I think I accidently pushed 119 because I got a recording that was hard to hear or understand.  I knew that we should be extremely cautious with our help so as to not injure those involved further and to wait for professional help. Someone must have called 911 because I began to hear sirens. I noticed that I was barefoot and asked Priscilla to bring me some shoes. She brought me 1 old fashioned black and white sneaker and another similar but slightly different sneaker that I put on. There were body fluids and body parts, or actually what was left of them in the road.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I thought the Lord was trying to tell me in all this was: the vehicle wreck is a crash of a ministry or even several or that a minister, a fairly well known evangelist(the box style van with advertising on it) was out of control and was going to bring trouble to a well known maybe even nationally known ministry(18 wheeler and its load or burden) and would create chaos for the body(the auto represents individuals) even driving some to fall away from the Lord. I am not able or in a postion to help except to call for help. So..HELP!! &lt;br /&gt;I think the 119 represents Psalm 119 the "Word" of God and that the 911 represents Ps. 91:1, the secret place we should all seek both both God's Word in the Bible and His protection and comfort in the Secret Place. I think the barefoot image is my or our unpreparedness and that the similar but different athletic shoes represent the combination of the Word and the Spirit.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This could also be warning for me and Priscilla. I think today, I will spend some time in His secret place. Maybe this is something that we can avoid if we're cautious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21625165-5212763511703719842?l=interpretmydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://interpretmydream.blogspot.com/feeds/5212763511703719842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21625165&amp;postID=5212763511703719842&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21625165/posts/default/5212763511703719842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21625165/posts/default/5212763511703719842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interpretmydream.blogspot.com/2008/11/careful.html' title='Careful!'/><author><name>tommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16097815148812021875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7iWKou3tPrM/TXqBvQRoPPI/AAAAAAAAAHA/9sMn5sV-6Uc/s220/Thanks4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21625165.post-5335236930293020643</id><published>2007-12-03T08:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T08:37:59.415-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Empty Front Row Seats</title><content type='html'>Concert Hall&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to buy a seat&lt;br /&gt;but they are free and the front row is&lt;br /&gt;empty as is the concert hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe I have been invited to&lt;br /&gt;a front row seat to something&lt;br /&gt;big happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shall see.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21625165-5335236930293020643?l=interpretmydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://interpretmydream.blogspot.com/feeds/5335236930293020643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21625165&amp;postID=5335236930293020643&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21625165/posts/default/5335236930293020643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21625165/posts/default/5335236930293020643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interpretmydream.blogspot.com/2007/12/empty-front-row-seats.html' title='Empty Front Row Seats'/><author><name>tommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16097815148812021875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7iWKou3tPrM/TXqBvQRoPPI/AAAAAAAAAHA/9sMn5sV-6Uc/s220/Thanks4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21625165.post-1326682757375799098</id><published>2007-04-12T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T07:07:12.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Neighborhood homes with big rocks behind and beside them. Since I love big rocks and cliffs, I looked for a way to get behind them and on the road there, I saw RM, sitting in his car, studying the Bible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream reminded me of the place where PP and I bought our 1st home. It was also the first place I seriously got interested in going to church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rocks are a love of mine, besides the fact that they represent our Rock, Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So disapointed that I could not find an image that might represent my dream, but then again, it might be like trying to find a true picture of God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21625165-1326682757375799098?l=interpretmydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://interpretmydream.blogspot.com/feeds/1326682757375799098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21625165&amp;postID=1326682757375799098&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21625165/posts/default/1326682757375799098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21625165/posts/default/1326682757375799098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interpretmydream.blogspot.com/2007/04/neighborhood-homes-with-big-rocks.html' title=''/><author><name>tommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16097815148812021875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7iWKou3tPrM/TXqBvQRoPPI/AAAAAAAAAHA/9sMn5sV-6Uc/s220/Thanks4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21625165.post-116101346579926717</id><published>2006-10-16T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:59:54.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Annointing Marines with A1 Sauce</title><content type='html'>10/16/2006&lt;br /&gt;I am on the last aisle of our warehouse, runs East-West at P...... and Co., Soldiers in strange looking camo fatigues (Cream/gray/black) urban camo? Some are kneeling and some are in the "prone firing position." I am pouring A1 steak sauce on my hands and then annointing the tops of their heads. For some reason, I know that they are Marines and that this act of annointing them with A1 is part of their training. I am really in touch with the sights and especially the smell of the A1. The Marines have hair. They are not shaved heads. Some even have long hair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21625165-116101346579926717?l=interpretmydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://interpretmydream.blogspot.com/feeds/116101346579926717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21625165&amp;postID=116101346579926717&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21625165/posts/default/116101346579926717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21625165/posts/default/116101346579926717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interpretmydream.blogspot.com/2006/10/annointing-marines-with-a1-sauce.html' title='Annointing Marines with A1 Sauce'/><author><name>tommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16097815148812021875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7iWKou3tPrM/TXqBvQRoPPI/AAAAAAAAAHA/9sMn5sV-6Uc/s220/Thanks4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21625165.post-115384255973202362</id><published>2006-07-25T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:59:54.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Parallel World</title><content type='html'>This ones for you, ElfDawg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a passenger in a car, driven by a man. I never really get a good look at him. We are driving down a road with woods on both sides. I am aware that we are in a “Parallel World”. It is like ours but on a different time and dimension. We meet a car similar to ours and then pull off onto a trail to hide the car. When I ask why, the man answers that we are in a Chevy and they are in a “Gdrzxyrtl” or something like that. It sounds like Polish. Apparently, it is the brand name of cars on this world and their language has lots of consonants and few vowels. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We go into an office and meet with a pretty, young lady, who is wearing a peach colored sundress. She is the sheriff. There is a man there with a cowboy hat on who must be a deputy. They are aware that we are from a different place and want to help. ??  She reminds me of  Scully on the X-Files.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very aware that I must listen to the driver and do what he says or I will get in trouble because we are from another place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21625165-115384255973202362?l=interpretmydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://interpretmydream.blogspot.com/feeds/115384255973202362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21625165&amp;postID=115384255973202362&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21625165/posts/default/115384255973202362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21625165/posts/default/115384255973202362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interpretmydream.blogspot.com/2006/07/parallel-world.html' title='Parallel World'/><author><name>tommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16097815148812021875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7iWKou3tPrM/TXqBvQRoPPI/AAAAAAAAAHA/9sMn5sV-6Uc/s220/Thanks4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21625165.post-114244060649706549</id><published>2006-03-15T08:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:59:53.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TMI</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/190/1853/1600/compass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/190/1853/320/compass.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several dreams....probably a little too personal to post. But seems like the Father is speaking and I'm hearing noise and or not paying close enough attention. Pray for me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Send me a dream and maybe we'll post it and discuss it; or send it and we'll NOT post it but discuss it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21625165-114244060649706549?l=interpretmydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://interpretmydream.blogspot.com/feeds/114244060649706549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21625165&amp;postID=114244060649706549&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21625165/posts/default/114244060649706549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21625165/posts/default/114244060649706549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interpretmydream.blogspot.com/2006/03/tmi.html' title='TMI'/><author><name>tommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16097815148812021875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7iWKou3tPrM/TXqBvQRoPPI/AAAAAAAAAHA/9sMn5sV-6Uc/s220/Thanks4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21625165.post-114123064579344337</id><published>2006-03-01T08:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:59:53.688-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here we go again!</title><content type='html'>Dream I had in Gatlinburg. Read the "98" post and gimme some feedback.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PP's friend, Margarita, is shot twice and survives! Actually, not injured at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok ya'll.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21625165-114123064579344337?l=interpretmydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://interpretmydream.blogspot.com/feeds/114123064579344337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21625165&amp;postID=114123064579344337&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21625165/posts/default/114123064579344337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21625165/posts/default/114123064579344337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interpretmydream.blogspot.com/2006/03/here-we-go-again.html' title='Here we go again!'/><author><name>tommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16097815148812021875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7iWKou3tPrM/TXqBvQRoPPI/AAAAAAAAAHA/9sMn5sV-6Uc/s220/Thanks4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21625165.post-114044677400410711</id><published>2006-02-20T06:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:59:53.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>98</title><content type='html'>I am driving around a residential section in Downtown Gadsden. I am on my way to meet Priscilla who is at a friends home. I'm not sure where it is, but I will look for her van and then I'll know.&lt;br /&gt;   I come upon some apartments that are angular shaped. It has the number 98 on the side and so I walk up to the door. I "know" that the lock is broken. A lady and man live there. I never see the man and know the lady in my dream, but not in real life. They, her and Priscilla, offer me some pie in a tin. There are 2 pieces left and I eat it out of the tin with a fork. It's good. Graham cracker crust and sweet, but nondescript filling.&lt;br /&gt;   I "imagine" or see in a vision that the woman has been shot twice(?) by an evil man in a black suit, but that because she was wearing a bullet-proof vest, she survived.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21625165-114044677400410711?l=interpretmydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://interpretmydream.blogspot.com/feeds/114044677400410711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21625165&amp;postID=114044677400410711&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21625165/posts/default/114044677400410711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21625165/posts/default/114044677400410711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interpretmydream.blogspot.com/2006/02/98.html' title='98'/><author><name>tommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16097815148812021875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7iWKou3tPrM/TXqBvQRoPPI/AAAAAAAAAHA/9sMn5sV-6Uc/s220/Thanks4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21625165.post-113845706957663116</id><published>2006-01-28T05:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:59:53.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is another word for "harmony"?</title><content type='html'>1/28/2006&lt;br /&gt;I was attending a school with my wife Priscilla and  Adam my son. Parking was on 3 different levels. Many people were there. Place where we were at was so busy and full of people coming and going that it was like the bell had rung and everyone was going to different places or classes.&lt;br /&gt;My former choir director, Charles Richard Willis was my teacher. He asked me to tell him another word for "harmony". I was having trouble coming up with a word. It was amusing to me and him and he was persistent, but I was not able to come up with another word for harmony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please comment if you feel led of God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21625165-113845706957663116?l=interpretmydream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://interpretmydream.blogspot.com/feeds/113845706957663116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21625165&amp;postID=113845706957663116&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21625165/posts/default/113845706957663116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21625165/posts/default/113845706957663116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interpretmydream.blogspot.com/2006/01/what-is-another-word-for-harmony.html' title='What is another word for &quot;harmony&quot;?'/><author><name>tommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16097815148812021875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7iWKou3tPrM/TXqBvQRoPPI/AAAAAAAAAHA/9sMn5sV-6Uc/s220/Thanks4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
