I started reading The Hole in our Gospel by Richard Stearns the other day. I guess I am last minute preparing myself for the year ahead of me in China. I have never felt so excited in my life! Well, talking to Forrest Kline when I was 16 rivals my current excitement, but only because it still doesn’t feel real. Do you recall my previous blogs where I begged God to help me attain the eligible GPA to study abroad? Apparently God wants me to go to Shanghai because I made it by the skin of my teeth. I am excited for the knowns and unknowns of this “year” long journey. I am also broke and without a job. But this is no matter. I WILL be in China in less than 2 months and I WILL have a kick-a time with b.a. stories. I am excited to be used by Him! In China! I kind of have a crazy plan as well. Which translates more as a crazy idea that I am praying about (and if you’d like, you could pray for as well). Details, I cannot divulge at this time, but it is yes, very exciting. If it does not pan out, it is cool. As long as I give that dream a shot while I am there, I will be okay with the result. Why limit myself to what society labels as “practical?” Exactly. I’m not going to.
I also had a magnificent dream, which I had originally intended this blog post to be about, hence the title.
June 3, 2010 (please bear with my grammar… it was scribbled down quickly in my groggy morning state):
There was a giant tree in the middle of a canyon by my aunt’s house. Someone had cooked a giant omelette, cut them into strips, and hung them over the branches. Squirrels swarmed the tree along with a few raccoons… There were a few rambunctious boys who I presumed put the eggs up there, but there was this one boy…. He is the one who made me feel the need to write this dream down. He was a little 5 year old boy who was some sort of asian. He was a little dirty, but he ran up to the tree and thought… he was a tree. In hindsight, it would have made more sense that he thought he was an animal… but in the dream his parents or whoever abandoned him told him that he was a tree. He ran up to the tree and the animals scattered except for an obnoxious, but cute raccoon. The boy ran down and kept saying that he was a tree. A hungry tree. I took him in and adopted him. My mom knew I didn’t have much money, but supported me in taking him in. I rememeber being heartbroken that whoever abandoned him would be so heartless to make him think that he was a tree and forced him to stand outside alone and cold… He truly thought that he was a tree. It really, really hurt my heart. Apparently I was in the process of adopting another boy… but Justin Kowalski (RANDOM) took him in instead. He was another little boy with a problem… I don’t remember exactly what it was but I remember that we knew his name and that he wasn’t living in the wild like the tree boy… maybe the streets? Most prominent about this boy was that we had his photo… and his actual name. He had one of those school pictures like the ones in elementary school with your name written on a paper on the left side frame of your portrait. Except he had no picture… just his name. Justin made a menu of what he would feed the child and showed it to me. The entire menu was comprised of chili and hotdogs for the week. I was so confused, but I thought the hot dogs would have protein so I didn’t protest. Haha, it wasn’t abnormal though that he had a menu in the dream. Just the fact that it was all chili and hotdogs. The little tree boy in my dream… I loved him. I was single still.. but I loved him. I cant remember exactly, but I think if anyone was supposed to be my partner in the dream was this guy that was a sales clerk(?) at a general store who genuinely cared and loved my tree boy as well. Overall weird dream, but I really liked the tree boy. I remember feeling guilty that Justin Kowalski’s boy was my original son, but was somehow comforted by knowing that the Tree boy was mine.
I loveeeee that Treeboy. When I woke up, my heart still ached for him. I really do not understand why this dream resonated so much with me, but it did. I’ve always loved children and trees, but a Treeboy? LOVE OVERLOAD. Not going to lie, I definitely started to think of different types of trees that I could potentially name my child after. There has to be SOMETHING to this dream.
