dreams/reality; Case in point

Ok weird thing. Last night I had a dream of this girl, Kristin, that I went to England with last year. I dreamt that I went over to her house and talked with her and her parents. Today I took my lunch break early for no reason and went to the book store. While I was reading a book I hear someone say, "Mike", "hey Mike". And who is it, but Kristin's mom! Very weird. This type of shit happens all the time, and it has no meaning other than coinsidence I quess. Anyway my sis graduated from Douglas J Salon today and I'm very proud of her. I'm on my way out the door right now so peace party people!!!!!!

between faith and fantasy

Where am I? Who am I? this is the question that has been on my mind the last couple mornings, in those waking minutes between dreams and whatever this is. It seems to me that I have been so bent on making my faith logical or proving to myself why I believe what I believe, that I have forgotten how little is truely logical. I've been reading the bible and really getting caught up in the stories of our great God and the people he loves, and what a whore the people he loves are.....none the less he loves anyway. These stories seem real to me, just as my life seems real to me but I have such a loose hold on it all. Imagination and fantasy are harder than you thing to seperate from reality. I find freedom here in loosing my fake control on my world and leaving it up to my dreams.....to God's dreams.