dreams and god

I dont know why that came out small.

I had a dream last night, I dont remember what was happening. I think I had it again later, or similar, Becky was not friendly to me in it. Many elements of destruction possibly death.

I been reminded today of the many forms of God and the ways in which he speaks to us.
"Homeless" man, Steve and books, music and painting.
Its 2:20 Im tired, and not. I might stay up all day. i might go to bed in 5.

What happens to you?

The man told me we gotta stop speaking of the past, if we ever want to be enlightened as a people.

As in we are not waiting for, and we have not been reaching for, but rather we are enlightening. (or in practice of)