I need some way of recording my dream...I type faster than I write, and it's not intensely private, so I thought I'd post it...although I somehow feel better about posting it in the safety of the somewhat 'private' atmosphere of homeschoolblogger than myspace...which in spite of all it's privacy settings, still feels obnoxiously public.

  All that said, here is my dream...

  The main part of my dream starts with a man setting up some sort of new government...I'm assuming he is the anti-Christ. He sets up some sort of new system where you have to get a 'mark' in your arm. In my dream, though, you couldn't tell who had the mark and who didn't with your naked eye.
 
  I didn't want the mark. I knew somehow it was evil...So I started running down a street in town...I saw one of the booths where you could get the mark. The anti-Christ was behind the first one I saw. I knew anyone who was giving the mark would be pushy, and I also knew I could, and would be punished if I didn't submit...so I didn't want them to even see me. I thought it would be at least a few blocks before I spotted another booth, and that I would be safe...but I was wrong. Another booth was just a few feet down the road...and the anti-Christ was also behind this one! I sort of ducked so he wouldn't see me, then I took a side-road, hoping it would lead me away from the booths.
 
  It led me up into a mountain. It was cold out, and dark...I was scared and I didn't want to stay there, as beautiful as the scenery was...I sat on a ledge on the mountain...a little 'nest' so to speak...overlooking a beautiful river. I was on the verge of leaving when I noticed someone else was there with me...A woman. Now don't laugh at this...but she looked exactly like Julianne Moore! I think in my dream, she may have been an angel of some sort though, because she kept me company, and helped me from being afraid. Without her, I wouldn't have stayed on the mountain. She took care of me while I was there...which I think was for a couple of days. She wasn't the only person on the mountain, either...There were a few others on different ledges. I knew they were others who were fleeing from 'the mark'.

  After the few days I spent on the mountain, I decided it was time for me to go back into town. That's where my mother was...and my sister, I believe. For some reason, we were staying at a hotel...So many people were there, it was crazy...I think people had flocked from many places into the city to get the mark. There must have been some sort of advantage to it.

  The front desk at the hotel wasn't just a front desk, but also a place where you could get the mark...and where they would try to make you get the mark. But of course, as I said, no one could tell who had the mark and who didn't...So even if you didn't have it, they would be civil to you. We came and went every day, and every day, we were afraid we would be found out. I lived in fear that I would succumb to them and get the mark if they tried to make me. I didn't want to betray God, but I was afraid if I were faced with death, my instincts would kick in...

  During the time we were at the hotel, a suspicious murder took place. A rich man of some sort of high-standing was killed in the bathroom of his hotel room. I think it was a violent murder, too...I remember he had a son, about 11 or 12...maybe a bit younger...who I'm not sure had a very big part in my dream...but I think he became my ally later on. I remember him showing a lack of remorse about his father's death...but I'm not sure why.

  There was a point in my dream where my friends and my mother and sister were advising me not to say anything if people asked me if I had the mark, because you never knew who to trust. Right after (or before) that a nice, plump black lady was sitting with me in the hotel lobby and making small talk when she asked me if I had the mark. I don't remember my answer, but I know I left then.
 
  I was going back up into the mountains with some of my 'allies' (I say allies and not friends because I have no idea who these people were). Because of the long walk up the mountains, we were hot when we came back down, even though it was a cool day. At a drink stand, we ordered cold drinks. There was some sort of communistic 'mark supporter' (no idea what to call them) standing in line with us, and she became very suspicious when she saw that we had cold drinks...apparently because she knew that the mountains were a hot spot for those trying to avoid the mark, and going into the mountains would have been a good excuse or reason for us being all hot and sweaty. She asked us why we had cold drinks, and when one of my 'allies' gave an awkward response, she began following us and asking us if we had the mark...We just ran away. She looked just like a nazi. No exaggeration. She had the uniform on, her hair was bobbed very straight...She looked severe. She looked just like a female nazi.

  The only other thing I remember about my dream were irrelevant details like my mom telling me to memorize the names of the authors of romance novels (and some guy laughing about it).

  Also before this dream, I dreamed I was taking a test in a library...but I didn't know how big the library really was until I started looking around in it (which I wasn't supposed to be doing, I don't think), and I discovered it was HUGE!!! Which gave me great delight.

  Sorry to bore you with my long and scattered dream. I don't know why I felt compelled to blog about it, except that whenever my dreams are very vivid like that (which they rarely are) I feel like I need to share them...and I don't remember having a dream this vivid in quite awhile, if ever. I think there might be some meaning to it...Not sure what though.