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Another recurring dream? At least one I've had before. This dream is somewhat bizarre in that I'm not sure if it really happened once or I just dreamed it happened. I believe it's from a past dream. It was the dream of a house. This morning the dream was that I was talking to someone and I was recollecting a house I had lived in before or had looked at before. I can see the house and I can see the yard and I can see the house next door. Weirdly it feels like I've been to this house, but I know for a fact I've never lived in such a house, but it's as if I've seen it before and not just in a dream. It's an old house and I can see the inside and it's empty. It's vacant, like no one lives there and nothing is moved in yet. But in this dream this morning I recalled hitting the edge of the house with a vehicle of some kind and breaking some of the wood siding. It was green with wood siding. There's trees in the yard and a house that looks gray next door. It's in a rural location, not in a town. I want to say like the little town we lived in as kids. And as I write this I'm thinking of the green apartment we lived in as kids when we lived in Illinois which I recently went back to see when I was visiting last year. This house looks similar on the outside but it's not two story and it's not an apartment. If I actually dreamed of this house earlier it would've been years ago. That's what's weird about it. A recurring dream from years ago. Last night at church we read John 14, about the Lord's promise of giving each of us a mansion in heaven. In other words we'll have a home that's ours and it'll be ours forever. I've moved more than I care to say. While my Dad never lived more than 30 miles from where he was born. With the exception that he was relocated to Europe for work after he and Mom divorced. He spent 3 years living in an apartment and then he came home again and built a house where we grew up. He ended up retiring in the town next door and that's where he lived until he passed away. What's that line from “It's a Wonderful Life”? It's deep in the race for a man to want 4 walls and a roof over his head. Sure. Not only that there's something about the familiarity of community that a man desires. Growing up in a small town knowing everyone like family bred a familiarity and a sense of belonging that isn't found in rootless wandering. Which is where I find myself now. I just want to go home. I want to be with family. Someday forever I shall.
Another recurring dream? At least one I've had before. This dream is somewhat bizarre in that I'm not sure if it really happened once or I just dreamed it happened. I believe it's from a past dream. It was the dream of a house. This morning the dream was that I was talking to someone and I was recollecting a house I had lived in before or had looked at before. I can see the house and I can see the yard and I can see the house next door. Weirdly it feels like I've been to this house, but I know for a fact I've never lived in such a house, but it's as if I've seen it before and not just in a dream. It's an old house and I can see the inside and it's empty. It's vacant, like no one lives there and nothing is moved in yet. But in this dream this morning I recalled hitting the edge of the house with a vehicle of some kind and breaking some of the wood siding. It was green with wood siding. There's trees in the yard and a house that looks gray next door. It's in a rural location, not in a town. I want to say like the little town we lived in as kids. And as I write this I'm thinking of the green apartment we lived in as kids when we lived in Illinois which I recently went back to see when I was visiting last year. This house looks similar on the outside but it's not two story and it's not an apartment. If I actually dreamed of this house earlier it would've been years ago. That's what's weird about it. A recurring dream from years ago. Last night at church we read John 14, about the Lord's promise of giving each of us a mansion in heaven. In other words we'll have a home that's ours and it'll be ours forever. I've moved more than I care to say. While my Dad never lived more than 30 miles from where he was born. With the exception that he was relocated to Europe for work after he and Mom divorced. He spent 3 years living in an apartment and then he came home again and built a house where we grew up. He ended up retiring in the town next door and that's where he lived until he passed away. What's that line from “It's a Wonderful Life”? It's deep in the race for a man to want 4 walls and a roof over his head. Sure. Not only that there's something about the familiarity of community that a man desires. Growing up in a small town knowing everyone like family bred a familiarity and a sense of belonging that isn't found in rootless wandering. Which is where I find myself now. I just want to go home. I want to be with family. Someday forever I shall.
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