The rapper dream

 I dreamed I was a rapper from the east coast and I had all these quarters, and I just got done battling and I was under this blanket/ tent thing counting my quarters and I liked to have never found my way out of that tent. I was about to smother to death when I finally reached the end then when the gangstas came I gave them all my quarters and told them they could have it all that I was outta there and wasn't coming back that I almost died under that tent trying to count quarters. I almost smothered to death. I could tell they were going to kill me for wanting out but I could also tell that they knew I would have killed them a lot quicker so they left me alone. That dream was the scariest dream I've ever had. By the way, did I mention I was claustrophobic? I couldn't breathe.

We're all just stories dream

I heard a voice saying  We are all stories. do it for the story. I saw two people who just got over danger and the two hug. It looked like a mother and child and then a third person sees them and looks at them in compassion and admiration and hugs the 2. Then I heard these words," Someone wants to be a part of our story. Someone wants to protect us."  Then I saw parts of a small tree trunk the  Tree was grafting sticks into itself from other trees and some grew together and became part of the tree. Others fell away because they didn't belong. Then I heard this snobbishness, I don't belong

Labels

Saw a label. It wasn't me. Tried it on. It didn't fit.

Saw another label and it wasn't me. Tried it on and it didn't fit.

Labels none of them were me.

Where did I fit in? 

A rose made of gold

maybe a daisy, maybe a toad

Singing of freedom wearing flip flops instead of high heels

Moving to the wind

spinning around

Smiling and laughing while others mock

Never caring

Too busy being me

Who am I?

A child of the wind. No, a child of God Laughing at the moon and speaking to the sea
Peace be still

Working on salvation with fear and trembling. 

Learning by love,
walking by faith 

Standing on the word

Speaking truths seasoned with charity

A freedom child

Having but one God.

No need for adornments

Humble and bold

Dancing to the music in my heart

Labels don't imprison me

I am who I am
You can't hurt me

I am free

Labels don't fit me

I am free

I am me, and Jesus is with me

By: Bernice Bowling

Children of God

Child of God

I am a child of God,
Born in sin,
With flowers in my hair
And a raven’s glare.

I walked my own path,
Standing shaky,
Music in my head,
Playing tunes,
And unmatched socks
With a poet’s shirt—
I danced my way.

Singing songs of freedom,
Fighting for life,
I found salvation.
I sing for the people I love,
For the ones I fight for,
For my children, family, and friends,
For strangers and enemies alike,
I sing.

Angry voices shouted,
I walked away,
Hair flowing wild—
I cut it all away,
I gapped it up.
I was mad,
I was a warrior.

My weapon is love,
My armor is peace,
My Word is truth,
My shield is salvation.
With dignity, I rise,
And on The Word, I stand,
Victorious.

By: Bernice Bowling

My Darth Vader Dream

I dreamed I was trying to rescue someone who had been hit by something,
I think it was either Luke Skywalker or Hon Solo and We were hiding from
Darth Vader had a tendency to be nice but then he would show his evil side.  
Yoda was there in the background in spirit guiding us.
Someone came who had healing powers and healed Luke or Hon,
whichever one it was, and I remember thinking I wish I had healing
powers, but when I woke up something spoke to my heart and
said I was the one with healing powers. But in the dream after
Hon or Luke got healed the other one went for help and I stayed behind
to watch over the injured person and Darth Vader came with a prize
that we needed and I accepted it and I protected us before he could do
anything bad, but he was still trying to get in and we kept hiding and Luke told
us not to let Darth Vader in. We had been going around in a very important maze
of sorts and we found this hidden cave where we stayed in until we could heal and
make our escape.

Peppermint Snow and The Cabbage Patch Doll Killers.

I was sitting in the store minding my own business when all of a sudden out of nowhere this kid comes and grabs the box that I was sitting in and throws it in a buggy with the biggest smile on her face. She looked so excited and so was I because this meant I was going to be adopted and loved. After we got home she played with me and I felt so loved but after a few days, she came into the playroom where all the other dolls and I were sitting and she got me down and cut some of my hair off. I was so hurt and upset. How could she do this to me? I looked terrible now, and I began to cry, but then the little girl hugged me and told me how pretty I was with my new haircut. So I didn't feel so bad, and for years afterward, I felt loved.

Then years later my kid had grown up and forgotten all about me and the rest of the toys, and we were all thrown in a box together and put in a dusty old attic. It was really scary in there and I was afraid but the other toys kept me company so it wasn't so bad. but then one day her mom comes in and takes my picture and puts it on some website called eBay, and before I knew it I was being shipped off in the mail somewhere and ended up at some strange house and as soon as they got me out of the box they ripped my head off my body and through my body in the washing machine. I was terrified. I didn't know what was going to happen next. I thought I must be at some kind of doll killer's house.

Before I could think another thought The dark-headed lady grabbed my head and took a razor and cut all my hair off until I was bald. This was worse than ever before. I was being tortured, and I heard them talking about sending me off and having holes drilled in my head and needles stuck in it filled with yarn. So I asked another toy to help me make a distress call and they helped me make a video asking for help but help never came and I was shipped off.

Once I got there this woman took me out of the box I was in and sat me aside for a bit and I watched her drill holes in dolls' heads in terror. I knew that was going to be my fate. It was all over. I was going to Cabbage Patch Doll Heaven. I began to cry. Then it was my turn she drilled those holes and took a needle with black yarn in it and went to work on my head. I just knew any minute I would be dead, but then when she got done. I had a full head of black hair, but still nobody.

That's when she stuck me back in a box and shipped me back to the place that shaved all my hair off. Once I got there they gave my body back to me. I was so happy, but I still never had any clothes. I was naked as a jaybird. That's when I watched as the woman took her sewing box out and began to sew. She made a small pair of pants out of a newborn's old leggings and made a small denim jacket with patches on it and then she gave them to me along with a shirt from Build A Bear and some Cabbage Patch shoes. I was so happy, and she gave me a new name. She names me Peppermint Snow. I had a new home and a new look and I was loved once again. Never will I have to be afraid anymore. I thought something horrible was happening to me and all along I was being restored to a better version of myself than ever before thanks to my new mommy.

He walked silently through the night. Softly slaying victims with ease. He never heard the screams or saw the pools of blood. He just liked how the bodies sound as they fell to the floor after he slit their throat. \
Mournful cries could be heard echoing through the air. As the victim's family held tight their loved ones now lying lifeless on the ground. He could hear the sounds of their cries but he was unaffected. 
Now in a coffee shop drinking coffee smirking at the passers-by. He knew they were weak. All of them. It didn't matter if they died All that mattered was his thrill. Sipping and watching as he eyed his next victim, an elderly man. He slowly rose to follow him hiding behind a corner when necessary until he reached his car. As the old man was fiddling with his keys Leroy looked to see if anyone was watching as he took the knife up to the man's throat and quickly slit it and he fell to the ground. Leroy or Roy as some called him softly fell out of sight and left the scene.

Raven saw him standing in the corner looking lost in his thoughts. He wasn't a handsome man nor was he an ugly fellow but there was something about him she liked,. He was dark and mysterious with a charm about him. He was of average height and ridiculously skinny. His glasses fell a little down on his nose as if he were looking at you inspecting you as if you were a bug. He had an air of aloofness about him. He looked smart and like he could work at a college or as a bookkeeper. How would one ever approach such an odd fellow? Just as she thought that he approached her sitting down beside her coffee in his hand. He took his black. Hers was a Mocha Latte, 

"Hello," he said, as he sat down. She noticed he didn't even bother asking if he could sit
"Hello, " she said not knowing what to say next. He looked so bug-like. What do you say to a bug? 

He just sat there not saying a word for what seemed like 5 minutes just drinking his coffee. What an odd fellow but then again she didn't say anything either. Just as she was growing tired, and annoyed of this fellow she began to get up to leave. Then he spoke

"Would you possibly like to have lunch sometime?" He said. Looking nervous 
Before she could stop herself she heard the words yes come out of her mouth. Quickly she wished she could put them back in her mouth, but she somehow felt sorry for him and gave him her number.