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From: clrclady
Date: Wed Feb 16 21:57:43 MST 2005 Subject: Dreams

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Karen: OK, I'll go second (2/17/05)
derek: Third (2/18/05)
ryan: me four (2/23/05)
Karen: Yeah, Ryan, yeah... (2/23/05)
derek: Killing Desires (2/25/05)
clrclady: Longings (2/25/05)
derek: to be healed (3/2/05)
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derek: to be healed (3/2/05)
clrclady: Longings (2/25/05)
derek: Killing Desires (2/25/05)
Karen: Yeah, Ryan, yeah... (2/23/05)
ryan: me four (2/23/05)
derek: Third (2/18/05)
Karen: OK, I'll go second (2/17/05)
So, tonight was the night of my third date with God. I have been doing this every other Wednesday for the last month and a half. It has become a priority. As God and I have met on our dates, I often have tears for lost time and desire for the future. It is the first time in my life that I have actually dreamed about the future. For all these 29 years, I have been living as if the next year will be my last that I would die by my own hand eventually. So, the dreaming about the future is unique. With dreams also come fear, but it is exciting. So, an unspoken (until recently) dream of mine is to speak in public to people about God, healing, my path. It is very far off, and I have no idea what God will do with it. But there it is. So, I was wondering what other people’s dreams are. It would be cool to pray about, to encourage one another, if you want to share.

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From: Karen
Date: Thu Feb 17 15:12:05 MST 2005 Subject: OK, I'll go second

When I was younger, I dreamed of making a difference in the world by teaching. There are days when the dream I've entered feels more a nightmare, but here I am anyway!

My musician dreams have similarly unfolded as I've stepped into them. There's the good and the bad there, too.

I dream of paying off my large student loan. Eventually, I *will* whittle it down the old-fashioned way. But in the present, 'tis but a sweet dream that someone will miraculously pay off my student debt for me ;-)

More elusive, longterm dreams include...
...healthy marriage w/an appropriate mixture of happiness, conflict, comfort, goofiness, and grief
...2-3 bio children, a dream that's "going the way of all things" (sorry, Sue...haven't made them permanently non-existent yet, but the dream has been scaled back from 2.5 to 1)
...adobe house w/ocotillo fence w/a baby grand in the middle of it
...boarding a plane someday and returning a short while later with a child to adopt(though maybe it will just involve driving across town)
...writing a book with power to change the world, like "To Kill a Mockingbird," "The Grapes of Wrath," or even (more indirectly) "The Lion, the Witch & the Wardrobe"
...seeing loved ones returning to God, or going to him for the first time

Dreams do have that tendency to pull us back from that self-imposed false Nirvana... Which is both good and bad. Dreams are definitely good in their ability to get us off our couches. On the other hand, when I'm feeling my dreams, it's often frustrating, and when it's frustrating, I remember this Langston Hughes poem, "A Dream Deferred": http://www.cswnet.com/~menamc/langston.htm

I'm trying to figure out how I might give the "heavy load" of my dreams more to God. What does that look like, in terms of concrete behavior/thinking?

OK, I uploaded, but then I thought some more about Langston Hughes. For a more balanced picture, there's another one he wrote, called "Dreams": http://www.poets.org/poems/poems.cfm?45442B7C000C04070176

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From: derek
Date: Thu Feb 17 22:48:27 MST 2005 Subject: Third

It's near my birthday, too, so I should get to contemplate the status of my life.
In grade school I wanted to go pro basketball. Suns, of course. For purposes of budget management in 8th grade, I chose NBA as a career. My teacher knocked me back into some European league, and I starved off in less than a year. I figured that in case I couldn't make it pro, I didn't want to die like that.
I had always planned to go to an art school in Phoenix for graphic design or 3D animation. Toured the campus, filled out the application, had living strategies planned out. Decided to kill the dream after getting expelled from high school. I knew it was dead before then, just couldn't admit to it.
I finally reduced my desires to a steady job, wife, kids, and an elder in the church.
I'm reexamining my whole life now. I sort of always had Cheryl's same complex of, "sleep well. I'll most likely kill you in the morning." I had planned my life out within the context of being dead by 30. Still could happen, I guess. Got six years to see. Plans are stirring for my next steps in life, don't know, I'll see more in the next few weeks. I think I might like to take school more seriously, see if I can grab at a major and go full focus on that. Maybe something along the lines of graphic design again.
One thing I learned at Teen Challenge watching guys battle through drug addiction is that it doesn't take much to lose everything, and it doesn't take much more to gain it back again. Or to repeat that process endlessly. The trick is learning to deal appropriately with it once its there, no self-sabotage, no breakdowns. Even if they can sustain their life, most people aren't happy in it. I best deal with that whole bi-polar, anxiety, ADD, and spiritual depravity end first, take whatever other steps I can. No use winning the lottery if I lose it all and more gambling in Vegas. I'll be content in a slow, pacing to and fro, rubbing my hands, glancing toward any slight movement sort of way.
Some of me is depressed and scared of failure, some of me is optimistic and looking at some cool changes and strange victories, most of me is tired.

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From: ryan
Date: Wed Feb 23 16:21:34 MST 2005 Subject: me four

I've never had trouble dreaming. I do have trouble making them reality. Sometimes it's because I get frustrated and kill them off, but mostly it's because another dream comes along to bully the first one out of its way, only to itself get devoured by an even bigger one, which is in turn gnawed away by a pack of little dreamlets that only look cute from a distance.

Presently my dreams are at war with one another. On the one side is a passion for architecture, spatial design, and a longing to work with my hands. Then there's graphic art, or maybe illustration. Foreign travel darts in and out furtively, tempting me with the allure of strange languages and deep, long history. I could spend an hour or two a day sitting in a coffee shop with a good book or a friend. My wife and I could start a bed and breakfast, in a straw-bale and adobe passive-solar house, of which I could be the architect and builder. I could spearhead a Village artist commune, complete with acreage, ample studio space, and lush desert gardens. Build it and they will come!

But these dreams are all held at bay by the murderous brigands of budget and the inexorable need to eat and pay off debt. My otherwise wonderful employment situation begins to seem less like an enabler and more like an enemy. Buck it and starve, keep it and dreams are reduced to shadows of their former grandeur: putzing around the house, longing for a clear weekend to plant a few roses, maybe build another bookshelf. You can almost hear the quaint little dreamlets munching away like termites in a wooden soul...

Staring all my dreams in the face is the question of contentment in the Now. Exactly where is my heart? Discontent? Longing? What does it look like to be content? Killing dreams? Killing longings? I've been discontent for so long, turning longings into demands my whole life, those are the only choices I see. Long for something and be discontent and bitter, or kill it and be deadened. How do you long for something, dream of something, and remain content? How do you remain content and still be motivated to pursue your dreams? How do you value what you have in the Now? Why does God give us dreams he never intends to fulfill?

So I sit at my desk paralyzed with questions. Dreams seem heavy, far off, uncomfortable choices, and it seems better to leave them as dreams.

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From: Karen
Date: Wed Feb 23 16:37:08 MST 2005 Subject: Yeah, Ryan, yeah...

I know exactly what you mean. Tell me if you ever figure it out ;-)

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From: derek
Date: Thu Feb 24 19:45:37 MST 2005 Subject: Killing Desires

There is the more Eastern philosophy to explain suffering. Suffering comes from unfufilled desires. Kill desire, pain dies with it. Hence, harmony. In an ideal world that might work out. I'm just thinking about being manic depressive and killing off the dream of a better life. My mind sort of feeds off itself until I hit a happy, little, deconstructive, existential depression. . . Ah, those were the days. Kierkegaard and Dostoyevski as far as the I could see. . . No life but that within my head. Then came community . . . Somehow, they didn't see this as anything remotely healthy.
I still partly believe that the purpose of this life, against Rick Warrens better judgement, is found in irony. Maybe that's just me.

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From: clrclady
Date: Fri Feb 25 10:30:54 MST 2005 Subject: Longings

Killing off pain and suffering and desires is OK if you plan to kill all of the longings too, and I really think that God intended us to long which just SUCKS at times. I have been thinking a lot about dreams and longings still. Crying frequently in between yelling at God for what has happened in my life. So, I have been crying about having lost so much so young and not being able to get those years back. But what I was thinking about today is what I would be if those things had not have happened. What would I be like? I cannot really separate it out because everything in my past is a detailed part of my present. So, maybe the question is what Eric asked someone this week, What would I be like healed? So, I throw the question to you, Derek, and the rest of the Village, What would you be like if you are whole and healed because that is ultimately what God is wanting us to live into.

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From: derek
Date: Tue Mar 1 23:36:20 MST 2005 Subject: to be healed

I don't think I can answer that question. Like you said, I don't know life outside of my pain. I can accept healing for myself maybe. But then, what affect does it have on those around me? Can I still minister to the hurting? Who do I become without bi-polar, ADD, axiety? Selfishly, I think I would probably want healing. Yet, there is also a part of me that gets something out of it. I get to stand out, be interesting and weird, unique. All my art, my poetry, my knowledge comes out of it. Like Jeff was telling me the other day in reference to wanting to have someone elses gifts, it's a package deal, you can't pick and choose what you want to keep. Like the cripple at the gates to whom Jesus asked that question, it's a complete shift of identity. He is no longer the guy that gets dragged to the gates in the morning and back at night. Now, everything is up in the air.

It's something I wrestle with constantly. At Teen Challenge they pray that I be healed of bi-polar and ADD, and I don't know that I want to be. Most of the time it just makes me angry. Those things are me. What's more, God's done great things through them.

I was just thinking the other day about miracles. God gets a lot of credit with miracles. They are nice, happy, and everything works out in the end. But the fact that something good is considered a miracle means that our default state is that bad things happen. Yet, we seldom focus on that.

I'm majorly screwed up right now. My head doesn't work right. God is good. Somewhere after high school I hit my mid-life crisis (death at 30 scenerio again). I kept screaming at God, asking why I was ever born, why I had to be here, be me. What was the point of this life? I struggled with that for a couple months. A year later my friend asked me what the meaning of life was. I was stunned. I used to have a pre-fab ready answer to that question. Somehow, it didn't matter to me what the answer was. I had forgetten it. My mind was just blank, in a nice, almost medicated way. . . For Teen Challenge to pray for healing feels like either a challenge against God or a challenge against my strength to endure through it and thrive within it. I know it isn't that. That's my own issue. I'm fiercely independent. I like the archetects line in the Matrix, "There are levels of survival we are willing to accept."

But then you call me to a decision. Do I want to be healed? I don't know. I think so. Mainly, I just want everything to be how it is supposed to be. If it is me without depression, without anxiety, I will live in that identity. If it is me in deep depression, doing my best to serve and live out of that identity, then that is a level of survival I'm willing to accept. God is good. But I think I'll meditate and pray more on that question. It's one of several I currently need to reflect on. Thank you.

Sorry. This response is extraordinarily long.

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