20/20

On this day last year, April 30, 2012, I wrote about a very vivid dream I had that brought me to tears. I usually only write about dreams that I feel need translating. I always feel like my dreams are practice for real life. They are all over the place, challenging, and sometimes scary…Yup, real life.

I had spent the day cleaning and refreshing my new but pretty raggedy home. I’m not quite sure about what I was getting all dressed up for, but some random women whisked me away to have my make-up done by a well known make artist. I had 3 or 4 kids with me that I was watching. They belonged to Marsha Ambrosious, only she wasn’t Marsha Ambrosious, but a woman with a thick African Accent. She never came back to pick her kids up that night.

Unmoved by the recent family additions, It wasn’t until I got up to leave my bedroom that night that I realized all the renovations I had done, painting, cleaning etc was undone! It looked untouched and worse than when I moved in. Everything that I thought should have been there, wasn’t. To make matters worse, no one around me saw what I saw, everything looked finished to them. I burst into tears trying to explain to my cousin that something was wrong, but she couldn’t understand me …I kept screaming that the devil distorted my vision! I was crying so hard in my dream, I woke up wiping away tears! I couldn’t help but wonder if God was trying to tell me something…