Tuesday, March 24, 2015

This Boy

I talked to this boy in my dream this morning. He looked like this but he was not two year old boy. He was a school boy. In my dream there were boys sleeping upstairs, other boys, not this boy. I got up in the night to pray the blood of Jesus over everyone in the house. I was standing in the middle of the living room with my hands lifted up when he came downstairs.
I said "Do you want to climb in my bed with me? I haven't seen you for so long."
He climbed in my bed and I got in with him. It was a single bed with a light color quilt on it. 
"What time does school start?" I asked.
"9:19 but only for today." he said.
"What time do you have to catch the bus?" I asked.
" I have a basketballer on my bus." he said.

My alarm went off and I cried. 
Little boy, please, come back to my dream. I still need to talk to you.

It was a teary day and I forgot to wear red shoes....

5 comments:

  1. Sweet dreams, Pat. I have them, too.

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  2. <3 So sweet and so very hard to wake up from!

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  3. Oh, man! What a treasure but yeah, just not long enough! Love you, deb

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  4. Wow! first time on here, Its me ,Lori...Love You Pat ;)

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  5. Oh, my friend. A sweet dream, much too soon ended.

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