i dream a lot - we all do right (psychology of sleep people back me up?) - but i think i remember my dream, almost every morning. i usually number the major plot lines, and spend the day thinking them over. today was different - i woke up angry, and i just tried forgetting, but haunted i could not escape it. i don’t really link dreams but today’s dream reminded me of something.
plot: IN REAL LIFE, i have been telling friends to take a class by the one and only BRUCE BABAD - history of jazz, FULLERTON COLLEGE (HORNETS!!!). so, in the dream, my friend finally tells me that the class was amazing - aka, enrolled in the class, experienced the class, and approved. so what is my normal reaction? should be happiness. BUT, the class was taken/experienced in a way that i did not like. basically, i did not approve of classmates (weird…) = man. im such an idiot sinner.
i liked today large group. sophomores are legit. best sophomore class i know.
REMEMBER REMEMBER REMEMBER that you were slaves once. REMEMBER REMEMBER REMEMBER that you were called out. REMEMBER REMEMBER REMEMBER that redemption is coming. REMEMBER REMEMBER REMEMBER, what happened to the israelites who disobeyed.
