Someone asked me what do i dream about.
I dream about lots of stuff.
I love the dreams whereby i dream of love, strange for a guy i guess, but seriously sometimes i wake and come to realisation only after 5 mins, that freak i am not attached!
I don't like dreams that involve me losing my teeth, encountering ghosts and stuff, but strangely enough i can seem to make myself wake up in such dreams before it gets too out of hand.

Dreams are strange, there are many theories regarding dreams.
Some say it is a expression of ones deepest feelings and emotions, some a premonition of what is to come and in the biblical times a way of God trying to speak to oneself.

I am not sure what dreams truely are however but i do belief they have some significance though.

Have you ever woken up from a dream and said 'shit, I wish that had been true.'
And sometimes waking up and saying, 'thank god it was just a dream?'

Yeah have been getting that quite often these days, I wonder if there is any significance in them.

Anyone here can interpret dreams, drop me a tag ok.
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There a boy named John, he was a rich little boy, and his parents pampered him.
John loved tortoises, don't ask me why, cause personally I think they are dull smelly thingys.
But john loved tortoises.
When he was one he had a tortoise, but unfortunately it died.
At two he had another one, but it too soon died.
And now little John was three and again he had another tortoise and he loved it more than any other thingy in the world.
Then one day he found his tortoise at the bottom of the pond unmoving.
John looked at it and prodded it with a stick yet it remained still.
John wailed, not again, my tortoise has died once again.
He ran into his mothers arms sobbing.
"there, there my child, don't cry. Tell you what, lets have a grand funeral for your pet. We will invite all your friends, there will be food and drinks, and at the end of it we will bury your pet in the back yard in a grand ceremony."
John sniffed, he was still sad obviously but the idea of having a grand funeral seemed to lighten his mood a bit.
So the day of the funeral eventually came.
There was food, drinks, music and all of little john's friends were there.
John was happy.
He walked over to the side of the pond, but there to his amazement was his pet tortoise, happily swimming.
He was not dead after all!!!
Everyone was delighted and John's mum came to him hugging him in her arms, "aren't you happy "
"Lets kill it" said John scowling.

Think about it

Some days i wake up to find myself alone.
Some days i wake to find the devil beside me.
Some days i wake and find God watching over me.
Some days i wake to conflict within my self.
Some days i wake to wonder why did i wake at all.
Some days i wake and and thank God for being awake.
Some days i am never truely awake.

I heard this story from church a few weeks ago and would just like to share it with you guys.

There were a few workers in a plantation, and after the harvest they were tasked to bring the crops to the mill.
There were many different routes leading to the mill.
A long winding path, full of stones and ditches.
A path that led up a hill and then down again to the mill, and lastly a short yet dangerous route which had many robbers along its way.
So the day came when they were to bring the crop to the mill.
They were in great debate, each wanting to go a different way, each feeling that their route of choice was the best.
So after much debate they went their separate ways, each taking their own desired path to the mill.
After a few days they reached the mill and they shared their encounters along their various routes. They then approached the mill keeper and they each recounted how difficult the way was to the mill.
The keeper was hardly interested, all he wanted to know was how good their crops were.

I hope the story wasn't too long, i can't exactly remember the true story so this is somewhat of a paraphrase of the original story.
What i want to say is this, there are many ways to God, whatever religion you may be, whether its muslim, christian, taoist or hindu for that matter.
We should not be caught up debating which way is the correct way, who is better but rather be concerned with what we can bring to the mill keeper. What we truely are, are we good crops or rotten crops, that should be the main focus of our lives.