The Professor is coming...

This is a dream I had a few days ago (2/27/09).
I woke up thinking, "Wow, that was random," but asked the Lord if He was speaking to me through it anyways. After thinking about it, there seemed a pretty clear meaning. Haha!

DREAM:
I was with a group of people, I knew the professor was coming. People were saying that Professor H.G. was coming, in sort of respectful voices -- I could tell this was a really big deal. When he actually came, I didn't know what I would call him, I thought about calling him by "Mr. G___" and the rest of his last name (I didn't remember what it was when I woke up), but then decided that I would call him "Mr. G."

I knew that he was coming to specifically help me with my paper. I was somewhat humbled, because I knew he was singling me out. I've had many professors, and none of my English professors have ever singled me out immediately, but only after I had written several papers. This professor was singling me out, because he knew I had potential. I had not done anything yet.

The professor came. He was not too young and not too old (perhaps mid-thirties?), vibrant, with shiny brown hair in a ponytail (a "free spirit" type). He was really kind to me. Again, I felt humbled, because I hadn't written a whole lot. In my normal meetings with teachers, I always try to have as much work done as I can. However, I only had a few notes on a scrap of paper to show (I was also holding a friend's scrap for the professor to look at). I knew that He would help me make an amazing paper, though.

I heard some other people talking as though they were jealous. They were saying things to the effect of, "She must think she's really special because the Professor is giving her all the attention," or "Why does he think she's so special." I decided to use humor and self-deprecation to ease the situation and make them feel better. I looked at my scrap of paper and muttered, laughing at myself, "Yeah, I have this much."

I said it sort of quietly, but the professor heard me and laughed out loud, really loudly. Then everyone was wondering what I said, and he had me tell them all. He just thought I was great! He thought my little attempt at humor was really hilarious, and was laughing with me with a lot of joy.

End.
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After I thought and prayed about this dream, some things were really obvious. His name was Mr. H.G. . . Like Holy Ghost! And he was the Professor (our Teacher), I described the way he looked (of course just an appearance of it for my dream) as a "free spirit,"and he was FULL of joy, kindness, and excitement. He saw the potential in me and chose me for that, not what I had done. I had nothing to offer, and when I responded in humility, he got a kick out of it. He genuinely liked me. Also, I believe this dream is for more than just me, because I was holding a scrap of paper for a friend, too. So, have fun learning from the Great Professor, Holy Ghost, who is full of joy and loves to help you reach your potential!

What a fun dream from God! Haha!

I borrowed Hilary's camera in Seattle

Here is Hilary in a coffee shop that she took me to after some pleadings (pleeease coffee -- she was nice), me with coffee in her room to show that i do drink coffee (did anyone question?), and me with skyline (do you notice that my jacket is the color of the sky, and my sweater is the color of the grass? at least my face is different)

Resting in Seattle

My first visit to the West Coast has been great! Seattle is so beautiful, cultural, and fun! It is definitely one of the top spots for someone like me... especially with the beautiful mountains, everyone eating organic and recycling, and it would probably get me more active, too (there are bike paths and running trails everywhere). I don't even have to mention the coffee!!!

It's a little over-the-top with the organic-ness, though. Here are a couple of stories that Mrs. Dyer told me:

This is the #1 or #2 (going back in forth with Minneapolis -- #1 now) most educated city in the nation. Yet, when it snowed, the mayor wouldn't let them salt the road, because the salt run-off might affect the salmon run. This is a city on the Pacific salt ocean. He also outlawed beach fires, because of the global warming effects. No joke.

There are also many liberal, liberal people and many hippies, which of course is normal for people in the world, but makes things a little more confrontational, if you're super-conservative. I passed a bumper sticker that said, "Born right... the first time!" and first thought it was a pro-life sticker, only to realize that it was a slam on people who say they're born-again. Having faith in Jesus is under fire here, but in some ways, I suppose that's good.

I went to church three times this weekend, and each time, let me tell you, it was good. I mean, I know not all the churches were like this, but there were lots of young people, and EVERYONE was getting into it, crazy for God. Seriously. Like I wasn't the lunatic, loud-mouth always waving the hands. It was really cool. Someone said to me, "Yeah, it's because it's hard to be a Christian here, so people are desperate for God." I am, too. I was definitely hit by God. I had a really funny/encouraging dream the first day I was here, too, which I may blog.

God has been hitting my heart and encouraging me in ways that I didn't expect that He would.

Love you all, and may you have a perfect sleep in Jesus.