4. F. A day of getting things ready for the week and doing some reflection about the three months in PaB. I want to continue on behavior modification in RL. Help me to see the God/Being around me and in others.
[long break here]
3. APAPB. Yellow fungas, like a yellow aurea borealis, presenting itself on the front lawn this morning.
2. Gr. Focused on just one this morning
1. TGT. It is enough to just be alive
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Last night I went to bed wondering how I was going to take my new insights into my daily life. So far my attempts at conversation have not gone all that well so I have some concerns. I had a some complex dream, or series of dreams, with a fairly simple message for me. Unfortunately it has taken me awhile to get to write it down and some things may appear sketchy at best.
Word was out that we were about to be invaded by a certain country in which a certain P is residing. We all had to go to a certain place where I was issued some kind of machine gun/assault weapon, a side arm (a six-shooter from the 1950s cowboy movies – Gene Autry, the “singing cowboy” style] and a pair of binoculars. I was given a post with another person [from our PaB group]. The post was a house and we discussed the fact that the wall would be no protection from bullets since they would pass right through. Still, duty is duty, so we took our post. It was night and I remember I could see dark forms approaching the post. We went out to manuever but as we approached each figure it would disappear. There seemed to be no threat. But then we were captured [details hazy here] and the two of use ended up in the back of a taxicab with a third larger figure. I had my machine gun pressed up against his cheek but then he did a manuever and the machine gun was pressed up against me. Somehow that figure disappeared and I had lost my weapon. I still had my side arm but it was useless [because it was a toy?][That part of the dream is hazy]. I then ran away and went to find someone very important to me. I found the person in a garden with two favorite little places, both little gardens of the type developed by the invading country. I remember thinking that the invaders would feel comfortable with this and everything would be OK. I then realized that the dream was addressing my concerns for how the new changes invading my life that were affecting important relationships. There will be some change but there is common ground. “Not to worry” it will be OK.
