Welcome to my new blog. As I have become oh-so-annoyed with LiveJournal in the last couple of months, I have decided that I will try this once again. Last time, it worked well until I lost my password and couldn't remember my name and such. But, this should be fine.

In other news...I have had very strange dreams recently. Dreams that are so real, I could reach out and lick the people in them--should I desire to do such a random thing. They are logical--but illogical at the same time. Friends from my church in Australia (City Temple for those of you from Down Under), the school I attended (Kingsley) or random people from along the way (Justin, Gavin, our friends made in NZ) come to visit me. Logical, yes. Illogical, yes. Wonderful dreams...yes.

Being the constantly positive person that I am (yes, you are all free to groan and roll your eyes), I like to think of dreams as G-d's way of showing us movies. Like G-d's own little private theatre--just for me. However, what does it mean? Are dreams like this just one of the many ways G-d gives me a little hug each day? Or will I find out later on why I dreamed what I did when I did?

Does it even matter? My favorite line from The Matrix Trilogy...okay, let's try that again. ONE of my favorite lines from The Matrix trilogy comes from Matrix Reloaded when Morpheus and Lock are in the middle of a heated discussion regarding whether Morpheus and his posse will be allowed to leave. It begins with this long speel about Neo being "the one," with Lock emphatic denial that:

"G-d damn it, Morpheus! not everyone believes as you believe!"

Morpheus's response is calm, collected, and delivered completely straight-faced. I believe that he sums up my collective time at Community Action when he responds:

"My beliefs do not require them to."

Is it possible that it doesn't matter what we think about dreams, so long as they give us that little dose of hope we all need each day? Dreams, whether a message from G-d, us seeing what we want to see, or just the random firing of neurotransmitters in our brains, have inspired people for thousands of generations. The Aboriginees even have a special place in their society for dreams. Dreams are reflected in their artwork, language, religion, childrearing, and every other aspect of their lives. Cultures throughout the world, from the Native Inuit people to Aboriginees, to the Ancient Egyptians.

My challenge is to figure out where we lost this love, connection, and awe for dreams.