Message #17375

[kingfisher111]

I had a very vivid dream the night before last that I was in a strange prison, which then morphed into a cross between my old high school and something else, but still felt like a prison.

When I was in high school, I always felt like a prisoner.  I had to wear only what was allowed on the almost uniform "dress code".  We had to sing songs before lunch about God and Jesus (Christian high school).  Sit down and listen for an hour and half at a time.  I was miserable there and couldn't wait to leave.  I even sleep deprived myself my senior year to make time seem to go by faster.

Life, however, I do think is an actual school, only a prison if you imagine it to be, because it becomes what you imagine it, for better or worse.

I love life!  I love experience!  I love people, and animal and plants and all the elements!

The lessons never cease, but are always rewarding and enrich the quality of future experiences!

To Life!  The great school!