I have a dream...

Martin Luther King was once credited with stating, “I have a dream…”. He dreamt of people of all nationalities and races getting along with one another. Since the 1960’s, we have certainly come a long, long ways. We don’t necessarily have a separation of blacks and whites; it isn’t as simple as all that.

However, my dream is a bit different…

I dream that people can get along better without any emotional or physical abuse, neglect, or abandonment. I want to help them have a space for recovery and healing, as well as establishing a sense of safety for them.

I dream of a team of advocates coming together to make this work, as well as support from the surrounding community – the police, hospitals, employers, etc.

I dream of a place for this to happen; however, what holds me back is the available funding. So, I also dream of funding to make my dreams possible.

I believe that everyone has a right to be treated as a human being and an equal; no one should have more control than the other (especially to the point to that the scales of justice are tipped unfavorably to any one person).

I believe in empowering people to move forward on their own with resources at hand.

I believe in making it possible for people to achieve their dreams.

I just yearn for the means to make it happen some day.

Are you paying your worth???

Dreams are funny. I fell asleep after having a busy day.... completing corporate reports for a friend in the security business, seeing a friend's son graduate from the first leg of managerial school for a fast food restaurant, picking up my measly paycheck and depositing it in my bank, and stopping on the way home to get a diet coke with limes in it.

On the way home, I was talking to my friend on a cell phone who asked me, that when I talked with the owner of the security company, if I had discussed the monetary aspects with her. I told him that I did not.

I came home, checked my email and then took just a quick nap.

ANYHOW, in my dream, the owner didn't just offer me a measly $8/hr as he had purported, but offered me a share in the company and a salary of $100,000 a year to which I was happy and stunned at the same time and proceeded to be in charge of marketing the company as well as keeping up the morale of the employees.

I was in the process of gearing up with my job duties, when the telephone rang... I never saw the results of my pursuits in my job. However, I did wake up very contented.

Does this mean that my money problems are fixing to be over? They do say that you tend to work through your problems through your dreams after all. Who knows???? Do I feel that I could ever be worth $100,000 to a company? Yes, absolutley. Do I feel that a company would ever truly pay me what I am really worth to the company? Not likely during these economic times.

In the meantime, I am grateful that I had a nice dream for a change rather than some nightmares.....

(I few nights ago I dreamed that a car with me had been in the water -- I think it was after seeing a commercial for the Fear Factor in which cars were dropped into a lake of water with people in them -- and I was seeing the water come over the sides of the windows of the car as it came crashing down into the water and the feeling of drowning was too overwhelming -- so overwhelming that I woke up in a sweat!!! My man wiped my forehead and asked me if I was too hot. I said no, not explaining to him the dream I had just had.)

Nightmare on Oak Downs Street

The scene was my parents old house on Oak Downs Street. Everyone that presently lives in my household, was also there. My daughter, my friend's son, and myself. My daughter also had her boyfriend with her. All the sudden they were leaving without saying goodbye. I was walking towards the door and on the way there I noticed that she had some mail there. I got to the door first and yelled out my daughter's name.....and heard screaching of tires and MOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMYYYYYYYYY at the same time. I reached back for the mail behind me and looked back out the door. The two-tone blue cusom van was going backwards around the corner. The huge white boat hitched to the back of the van jack-knifed and cut loose from the van while hitting the huge oak tree sitting in the middle of the culdesac. I noticed my daughter in all that split second, not moving, laying on the ground. She layed their motionless while I ran to her and I was crying hysterically.

THE PHONE RANG AND I WOKE UP! I couldn't go back to sleep after this dream and hoped that, by writing it down, it would prevent it from re-occuring. I called my daughter afterwards and asked her if she were okay. She stated that she and Eric had been having some problems, but she was okay. I am hoping that that was all there was too it...and, I thank God for my phone interruption. I am not sure that I really wanted to see if she were dead or alive.