Dreams can be so frustrating. No, not the ones Bonnie and I have agreed to work toward our mission. Instead I am talking about the dreams we dream at night. Last night I dreamed a great dream. I remember in the dream thinking that what I was dreaming about would be a great topic to talk about tonight. I even remember waking up, being so proud of myself that I remembered what I thought in the dream, and deciding that I would write on that tonight. Then as I woke up for good, I didn't have the faintest idea what I was dreaming about.
Then I dreamed one of those dreams my wife loves, running around nude in the middle of the city. That one I remember too well. Why can't I remember the other one, the one that has such wisdom, such value and motivation.
I mean of the two, I would like to remember the inspiring one, not the 'other' one. Oh well. Guess we can't always choose our dreams nor what we remember of them.
I remember a few months ago dreaming about Edward Partridge, the first bishop of this dispensation. I even remember what he looked like, what he did in the dream, his face, his mouth and his crooked teeth. I remember others in my dream with Elder Partridge, also. It was an interesting dream and I immediately got out of bed and wrote it down at 3 in the morning.
I guess I should have gotten out of bed at 3 last night and written down my inspiration. I knew I would remember it, but then didn't. Dreams are so frustrating. You can't choose your dreams. You often can't remember them. You can't direct them, you just go with the flow, no matter where it takes you.
People appear in your dreams you have not thought about for many, many years. Then someone enters who is unbidden and you don't know where they came from. I think I will ask the Government for a million dollars to research dreams, where they come from, and their meaning. I would settle for $50,000!
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