still dreaming.

Good morning Father.  Good morning Jesus.  Good morning Holy Spirit.  Woke up this morning again after a strange and vivid and startling dream.

it started in an elevator.  i was in an elevator with some corporate-looking folks.  i guess it was the end of the day and we all piled in there with our business suits on.  we began to descend but then the elevator started acting up.  it stalled for a bit then it started going up and down....the numbers atop showed that it wood ascend to a certain floor then descend but never make it to the bottom floor.  weird.  we all thought it was going to crash and we were going to die...but i guess we didn't.  we all wound up stuck in some sort of car instead....and it was my idea to use the driver's side window to escape.  i began inching my way out of the car and realized that deac. annell was on the other side of the window attempting to assist me....as i looked back into the car, Vaniah and Olivia were in there as well, along with the people from the elevator.  it seemed urgent to me and the elevator folks to get out of the car (after all, we had been traumatized from our elevator experience) but Deac. Annell seemed to be taking her time.

it's as if she knew things were urgent but she was pre-occupied with her own stuff.  apparently, they had just gone grocery shopping, so Deac. Annell was making sure that her perishable groceries got out of the car with the victims of the elevator snafu (sp? lol).  anyway, we spend so much time in this car, that i realize we're parked on wharton street in front of the drug house with the red door.  my brother also winds up in and around the car.  i start noticing that people in the neighborhood (sketchy young characters) want to recruit him into their foolishness.  they take him around the corner....they offer him stuff....but the original reason my brother showed up in the dream was to help me out of the car...and help get the groceries out too.  after calling his name several times, he helps unload the trunk (by this time, deac annell, and the elevator people are gone and it's just me and my brother on wharton street)....he takes a bag...and on his way inside the house, i notice out of the corner of my eye that one of the sketchy neighborhood guys talks his way into our house by asking tungie if he can come in...of course Tungie says yes...

i put my bags down and attempt to scold tungie...but at the door, i hear that he's accosting my brother and assaulting him....i run through the house and out of the back door...(with groceries in hand mind u)...and realize that the back of the house looks like i'm in our neighborhood in maryland....i'm running for cover in the bushes....and then i think my alarm went off....


right?