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ANGELS WATCHING OVER ME

Post by HisLightbeam on Sat May 28, 2011 7:40 pm

johnny pierre thuyen

when i woke up, i was singing a song in my head, called, angels

watching over me.

i dreamed that i was at an apartment, mine, and i was tired of being

in the place by myself, even though it was nice. i walked outside

and around the back of it, where there were other apartments on

either side of a lawn. i saw a nice vintage table and chair, and my

immediate thought was to call a family member and then ask around

to see if it was alright to take the chair. then i saw the pots of

flowers around it, and i figured that someone probably just sat there

sometimes to enjoy the day. then i saw across the opposite side,

some bike riders with their riding outfits and bike helmets and

goggles on, come home and go inside their apartment. there were

three of them-two guys and a girl. they all had on black, blue, and

white outfits. You know, like what Lance Armstrong, or other people

wear...so then i went back to my apartment, but i noticed some

books that were in a box, just sitting outside on the corner edge of

the building. I picked it up and it was surprisingly light. They were

old books, but I thought it might be pretty good reading. they had

the red cloth covering that books used to be covered in-think the

old webster's dictionary covering.

when i went back in, for some reason, i kept expecting the bike

riders to invite me to the bbq they were starting on a small table

top grill, which they had sat on the concrete.

then i ended up going to my aunt's house with my sisters and

mother. when we got there, she hugged me, and i could feel her

back that it was like mine, strong, indian...i felt love well up in me

and i hugged her tighter to me. then my grandmother was beside

me and i drew her into the hug. they were weeping, and i wept too.

i stroked my grandmother's side where i was hugging her, and was

stroking my aunt's hair, which was lengthy and black. i wondered at

this, because her hair was short and coarse and hard on top. i

thought that this might have been a wig, she had a kerchief tied

around her head, partially covering her hair, so i couldn't see it all.

because grandma was overcome with grief, and we were outside,

mom lay one of the sheets in the grass nearby and led her there, so

she could lay down. mom said, chemotherapy makes your body feel

hot, like it's burning. she gently wrapped grandma in the sheets.

then out of nowhere a man with two other guys were came driving

up in a white ford f150 crew cab. he made a u-turn and then ran

over this guy's leg that we hadn't noticed behind us, who was laying

near grandma. the guy had on blue jeans and a blue

fine-checkered shirt. very small squares. he yelled in pain and we

screamed for the driver to back up. when he backed up, he ran

over the other leg. then he drove off. we ran to get his plates, and

it was TX 9h7723 pr 9h7723h...it changed in the dream.

the next thing i know, i was with one of my officer friends and i was

telling her the plate number. i knew that i would be able to identify

the driver when i saw him. so we went into this flower shop that

sold balloons, flowers, etc. she grabbed the top off of some big big

cacti, that grew tall and straight but not wide. i could smell the

juice of the fruit she was grabbing the fruit was red and as big as

the supporting branches. I grabbed some too, and wondered that no

thorns stuck me. she walked out of the store, but i went to the

counter, and the male cashier had two 5.00 bills in his hand. i

thought he was going to give them to mean, and he explained that

he had made change. i looked over his shoulder and the asst. chief

was there talking with him. then when he rang me up, i owed zero

dollars.

i was just about to leave when the driver of the white truck walked

behind him. he stopped and looked at me. he had gray hair, gray

eyes that shined, and he had on a work short with the name johnny

pierre thuyen on it. he also had on a red and black checkered

lumberjack shirt with the name johnny thuyen pierre sown in thick

red lettering on the psuedo collar. it was not a full collar, but a

small collar. then i walked out of the store.

when i went back to the house, my sisters had cooked. i went inside

to get cool, and i heard a motor cycle. i walked out of the door,

and realized it had gotten dark. but the everyone had gone to

another house, i guess to visit, without me knowing. they walked

next door or something. then he drove off. i quickly shut the

door. i woke up, and when i did, i found that i was singing "angels

watching over me."

Now, IRL, my grandma has gone to be with christ. I haven't dreamed

of her since august 1999. My aunt had been going through chemo,

but I haven't seen her since after Christmas of last year. I googled

what the guy's separate names mean, and I found s-

john (form of johnny)-God is gracious
pierre (form of peter)-stone
thuyen (vietnamese) angel

I THOUGHT THAT HE WAS A BAD GUY BECAUSE HE RAN OVER THE DUDE'S LEGS WITH THE TRUCK, BUT WHAT IF THAT DUDE WAS GOING TO DO SOMETHING TO US AND WE DIDN'T KNOW IT. OR WHAT IF THE NAME ON HIS SHIRT WAS GOD'S WAY OF LETTING ME KNOW GOD WAS PROTECTING ME FROM HIM AND I DIDN'T NEED TO BE AFRAID. IDK. nerd
I really don't know what this dream means, but if you have insight,

feel free. thanks for your help, ladies and gents.

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