An eye for Evil

Last night I spoke in tongues in my dreams for the first time. That was weird... but cool. I could also see evil as a cloud wherever it was.

There was this long pathway, like a vault runway and I was standing on one end with papa. My coaches, Yulia and Guennadi were on the other end. To my right was a water pump and trough like a scene from a farm, with a bunch of people I know from different parts of my life running around in a mud fight; just like children. To my left was a sort of collage of vehicles, the bus I ride on passing every once in a while and some parked cars. Papa said to me in a wise sort of way "Evil is where you least expect it, like a drifting cloud. Look closely, child." I looked over to the right, just innocence and children. Then to the left I saw fog rising above the cars. Next thing I new I was on the other end of the runway looking at the scene from the other direction with the cars to my right. I was standing among them like I was waiting for my bus. Out of a VW Bug came an old man. His face was clear, but I did not recognized him from any part of my life. He had clear skin but was gray- haired and had a mustache. I was afraid and new he was "Evil." He began to taunt me with words I do not remember, I think it was in tongues. I began saying "In the name of my Lord Jesus Christ, leave me." I yelled desperately. He approached my like he was fighting for something. I repeated that line over and over. I felt very little comfort, but I knew it was working. I fell to the ground sort of in a convulsion and spoke in heavy, powerful tongues. I felt comforted. I remember no more.

I think that was the most powerful dream I've ever had. It's comforting to know God is with me even in my dreams.

He sent this verse to me when I was worrying:
"Don't be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God." Phil 4:6
Amen

Bus Conversation

Ok so I'm getting used to it. Just a little. The stuffy air, the fake leather seats, crazy/funny people. Papa and I took the bus downtown to REI(the biggest REI I've ever seen). I felt a lot more comfortable with Papa there. Papa and I have a shared interest in people-watching, so this was a great time to do it. There were these people that walked on: a large oldish lady with a dried rose and a pocket dog, and a middle aged man with a transparent plastic backpack.
Lady: Would you put my rose in the bag?
Man: it will get crushed.
Lady: Not if your careful it wont get crushed
Man: it will get crushed
Lady: Why don't you help me out a little. What do you expect me to do holding my rose and my cane, and the dog all day. What do you expect me to get done.
Man: I'm just telling you the truth.
Lady: Why do you always start these stupid arguments when all you have to do is take a little responsibility? Just don't set the bag down on the front.
Man: I'm just telling you what will happen.
Lady: Come on just put it in the front pocket where there's a little air bubble... no not that one, the one behind it... the medium pocket. Yah. Thank you(sarcasticly)
Man(under his breath): it'll get crushed.
Lady(rolls her eyes, sighs, awkward silence): What the Hell! why don't you just try to help me out.
Silence.

Papa and I were doing whatever we could not to crack up at this point. When they got off, we burst out laughing and joked the rest of the day about it. Papa mocked them by giving me a hard time all day. sigh.... those times:)
So we went to REI and looked around a bit on the three stories, went down to the bargain basement where I got a knew pair of hiking shoes for only $20.00. We tryed to look for Mad Bomber hats for Stefan and Aimee for their B-days, but there were only girly quilted ones and they weren't even real mad bombers. That sucked but oh well.
We checked out Seattle's Best Caffe Latte and I got a mocha, but I couldn't taste the coffee. mmm velvet foam:) It rained. We visited Bethany's work, Brasa, but she wasn't there yet. We just said high to her friends and stopped by a patagonia store where Papa got Stefan some Magic Underwear...
Then we took the bus back to Ballard where we checked out a video store. We decided that it's our new replacement for Insomniac Video from SLO. Boone, Aimee and Stefan picked us up from there to go home.

Oh Yah. Yesterday was Stefan's birthday. He's twelve. Happy Birthday stefan:)