I'm not entirely sure what to title this and therefore I leave it blank.  I just need to get this out of my head.
I sometimes wish that I could interpret my dreams the way that Daniel in the Bible could. I have some that are what I consider to be normal, in that they are dreams that anyone and possibly everyone has had or may have in their lifetime.  These I don't wish to interpret because they are simply a subconscious outlet for what occurs during our conscious life. It's the dreams that I have that involve people I care about or know from somewhere in which an event takes place that is life altering or at the least life-inhibiting for a time. These are the ones that I wish I could interpret sometimes. Scary thing is they are usually correct and happen, that's even more terrifying than the dream itself.  
Prime example: Sunday morning early, I was ripped from a paradisaical dream on the beach enjoying peace and solace into a location I have yet to meet in the real world (though it was vaguely familiar) where there were unidentifiable people milling around and one of my dear friends sitting over alone. In the dream I approach her and see that she is obviously upset and has been crying. So I sit down with her and inquire what's going on and she doesn't respond. She doesn't even acknowledge my presence until I go to move a piece of her hair out of her face. Then, true to her real world self, she grabs my hand and tells me not to mess with her hair. So again I ask her what's going on. Through tear-stained eyes she says, "I'm dyin' of booby cancer" (Bear in mind, this is exactly how she would put it if she were saying it in the real world. She's country). 
That's it, that's all there was, no sooner had the words left her mouth in the dream than I bolted upright in bed and immediately began praying for her. I still don't know what to make of it, but I did send her an email to let her know that she was on my mind that morning and I prayed extra for her. 
Today I have a peace about the whole thing that I didn't yesterday, but suffice it to say, I hope I am completely wrong on this one. I don't know that I can handle it if I'm not. 
Whew, now my brain can rest and relax.

Comfortable

I was talking the other morning with a new co-worker, and I posed the question 'How comfortable is comfortable?' Instantly I knew this would turn into a blog post if for no other reason than to ask the question.
I pondered awhile after she left truly how comfortable is comfortable? I told her that it amazes me how comfortable I really am in what I do and how much I love what I get to come to work to everyday, and that some part of me fears that comfortable-ness. It makes me wonder sometimes how many people are 'comfortable' with the things that they do when they should be uncomfortable because what they are doing is wrong whether morally or otherwise.  In my case I am only wondering about myself because I don't ever want to get to a place where I am so comfortable in where I am that I miss where I should be.  As long as I keep my eyes focused on God and am willing to move with His will when needed, I will always have some level of comfort, and in this I take solace.

Power of a scent

Maybe this is corny, but I love the way brand new books and antique books smell. Yes, I'm blogging about what a book smells like, but I just love it. Today the boss asked me to compare a couple of companies via their catalogs, so I got not one but two new books' aroma to take in. 

I know, I know, I'm strange and who really cares about how a book smells anyway?  This isn't just about books. It amazes me how a simple smell can send a person on a journey through time and space. There are certain perfumes that my co-workers wear that makes me remember a particular event with someone special in my life. Then there are the comforting smells of familiar foods that are tied to a pleasant memory. Or what about the smell of fresh flowers, sunrise at the ocean (yes, it has a special smell) and morning dew in the spring time, or the smell of the grass just after a summer rain shower, and the smell of wood burning in fireplaces when it's cold outside? All of these and many more take me back to different events in life and make me smile. What smells do you remember that make you smile?