I finally made it to Texas - sort of

Last night I dreamed Brad and I moved to Texas. And I was glad to finally be in Texas after daydreaming about it for so long. Then, in the way dreams just suddenly change places, Brad and I and the group we had been with were suddenly on a California freeway. I think it was 880 because it looked like this one section I know. Cars were whizzing by us. But my main thoughts were that we weren't in Texas anymore, and we needed to get back. I *wanted* to get back.

So anyway, now my desire to get out of California is encroaching on my dreams. At least this wasn't all nightmare without nothing good like so many of my dreams.

Dying for my faith

Woke up from a dream (nightmare) this morning that I was being put to death for my faith. It's kind of disjointed. First there were these guys play fighting on a catwalk. One received a good blow (with a fake sword) and made sure to fall off the catwalk onto something below even though the blow was too soft to knock him off balance. Right after that I heard, "Next time jump, Renee."

The next thing I knew I was up on the catwalk lying down and I knew I was about to die for my faith. On a nearby roof were two people playing hymn music. I didn't see any instruments, but the music was coming from that direction. I began to sing along with the music, then stopped to pray, "Thank You, Jesus, for saving me that I will be with You in heaven today." (I don't remember the exact words, but that's the jist of it.)

On my left was the area "Renee" had crashed through earlier, a straight drop to the ground. On my right were 6 or 7 cords forming a barrier, each a different color of the rainbow. I grabbed half in each hand when I said the prayer.

A woman was kneeling next to me and made a slice in my left shoulder with a knife, and said something like "That's so you don't try anything."

I don't know how they were planning on killing me (maybe with the knife?), and that's when the dream ended.