Nothin in particular

Well I haven't really written anything for a few months. Something tells me nobodies life has been drastically altered due to my lack of blogging. I don't keep a journal anymore because it takes too long to write stuff out, so this is really the only thing left that records memories or thoughts. We talked about keeping records of events at church on Sunday so it got me thinking about it. If nothing else it's fun for Me and Alyssa to look back on things we've done together.

I've been having re-occurring dreams that I have been called to serve another two year mission for the LDS church. They feel so real, and when I wake up in a cold sweat it feels like it's been another two years! Scary. I loved being a missionary but it was the hardest thing I've ever had to do. It's a nightmare to think that I would have to leave my wife and family again for so long. The other night I had this missionary dream again and I woke up and my bed was soaked where I was sleeping. It was like I was sitting in a sauna or something! I had to just sit on the side of my bed for a few minutes before I could lay back down.

I've had numerous re-occurring dreams during my life. Some of them have had deep meaning, and others are just silly.
I started dreaming about my mission when I was a teenager. The dream was always exactly the same. I was sitting in a man's front room teaching him about the church. His young daughter would play on the stairs while we taught him. The house was newer, but small inside. It was easy to remember because I had this dream about 15-20 times. Always the same! The people in the dream were never clear, except the little girl.
So I went on my mission. And the dream was out of my mind. I got to my first area and I'd been there about two months. We had very little success and spent most of our time tracting (knocking on doors). Then my companion suggested we go visit Marlin. He was a guy from the Philippines they had talked to a while back, but his wife didn't like the missionaries so he faded away. We knocked on the door and he was home. He invited us in and seemed pretty excited we were there. I sat down and we started talking to him. He didn't speak very good English so we had to listen really close to understand him. As we were talking a little girl peaked through the railing on the steps across from us. She was running up and down the stairs, and played with toys on the steps while we taught. EXACTLY like the dreams.
It was weird because it took me a while to make the connection. It hit me like a ton of bricks! I had chills running through me like crazy. I never told my companion about it but I knew we had to teach this person. Why would I have so many dreams about it if I wasn't meant to be there? We taught him a few more times and then I got transferred out of the area. He did end up getting baptised later on! It was a crazy experience for sure. So now when I have those re-occurring dreams I always wonder if there's some deeper meaning to them.