Last night I had a great night of sleep after finishing Season 4 of Mad Men and fell into this incredible dream, ready?

It starts off with me and my friend Ryan Lam driving in my car.  We’re lost somewhere in LA and keep missing the roads were suppose to be on.  Which is probably because Tim Unger and I kept missing our exits on Saturday (totally not his fault, I just get really invested in stories and miss the exit)  So Ryan and I make this turn onto what we THOUGHT was an ‘on’ ramp.  Well clearly LA has been changing the roads around and suddenly this was actually an ‘off’ ramp.  Meaning Ryan and I are driving straight into traffic on the free way.  I threw the emergency brake (which is really a little peddle on my car, but in the dream it was a handle…it made for a better visual in my dream.)  I pull a 180 and start driving the opposite direction, but know a whole mob of cars have followed us onto the highway going the wrong way.  We’re stuck!  I swing around and do another 180 and make my way towards the next ramp.  I decide that no matter what getting off the highway would be the best course of action.  Like in the Matrix…

Trinity: You always told me to stay off the freeway.
Morpheus: Yes, that’s true.
Trinity: You said it was suicide.
Morpheus: Then let us hope that I was wrong.

Now Ryan and I are swerving back and forth dodging traffic as we try to make our way to safety.  A few cars knick us and one even sends us into a spin.  Eventually we make it to safety and Ryan and I jump out of the car and call 911.  How responsible of us to want to call 911 in a dream.  So with all this said, what could this dream mean?  I’m ready for Fast & Furious 6

I hope you’ve had a chance to check out my new website.  If not go take a look at JPErickson.com  Hopefully this site will grow as time goes on with my projects, photos, and other exploits.  For the time being I’m still making minor tweaks and fixes, if you see anything please let me know.

Well I have to share with you one of the most exciting things that has happened to me in a long time.  You ever have those times life where you have one question rattling around in your head?  Perhaps it’s something you’ve been asking God for a while, or a difficulty you’ve been experiencing at work, or someone close to you has brought something up.  The point is sometimes we just can’t get something off our mind until it’s solved.  For the last couple weeks I’ve been thinking a lot about why I’m here in Los Angeles.  What purpose do I have out here?  It’s a tough one, because intellectually I know the answer…but am I living it out?  I won’t bore you with all the details, but let me get to the exciting part.

I’ve been asked to help out at Beverly Hills Presbyterian Church with their tech during the sunday service.  Also I’m helping out in the youth room every week till their youth minister arrives.  This past Sunday was one of the greatest moments I had in a long time.  I had given all the kids pieces of paper and said during the lesson right down any questions you might have.  Whether the questions pertain to the lesson or not, just write down what’s on your mind.  We even spent a little bit of time at the end praying and writing.  Afterwards one of the girls stuck around and spoke with me for a good half hour.  She was so thankful that I had started helping at this church and knew that this was perfect timing in her own life.  I reassured her that God has a perfect plan for all these things and brings people into our lives for very specific reasons.  She shared about some heart breaking experiences she had recently gone through and her view on God, but while leaving she thanked me again.  Here’s what I’m getting at…As she left I’m sure she thought that God had brought ME into HER life for this very specific reason.  The truth is God brought HER into MY life to remind me why I’m here.  He answered that question, “Why am I out here?”

I look forward to learning with those kids every week and can’t wait to see what they continue to teach me.  

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I know everyone and their mother is using WordPress these days, but I have a few complaints.  It’s not user friendly.  I’m sure some people have grown up using this interface, but WTH WordPress.  I’d consider myself a pretty tech savvy individual and this platform still leaves me scratching my head.  Praise the Lord for ‘YouTube’ and ‘Google Searches’ or I’d be completely lost.  Also thank you Jasper for your patients as I ask/re-ask/and re-re-ask the same questions.  He’s designing my new website for me!  I hope to have it all running by the end of the month!  (I don’t know if I told that to Jasper yet…)

In case you’re unfamiliar about this verse it can be seen as pretty controversial.  Mainly because it talks about wives being submissive to their husbands.  But let is take a look at the word submission.  Sub-Mission.  To be under the mission of someone else.  I think most men are setting their mission in life so low that their wives literally have no place to ‘sub’ under it.  As a true man of God we should be aiming to set our mission so high it allows our wives to be soaring up with us.  I want to live a mission that allows my wife to FLY.  Thanks for the insight Irwin!

You know how they say our dreams are a way for our sub-conscious and conscious mind to communicate.  Well last night they had a dozy of a conversation.  I just moved into my brand new apartment in LA and was getting settled.  I had built my new desk, entertainment system, and bed…well technically the bed was still in the car.  I couldn’t find any maintenance guys to help me/give me a furniture dolly.  So I decided I would rough it on the floor.  Don’t worry I had my sheep skin rug, yoga mat, dirty laundry, sleeping bag, and bed sheets to keep me warm and cushioned.  It actually wasn’t that bad.  Here’s where our story begins.

I had been reading Yelp reviews online about this place and one women claims she was assaulted in the middle of the night.  As if someone had broken into her apartment and assaulted her.  YIKES!  I’ve checked the locks and sturdiness of the door, and they all pass my standards.  Plus everyone I met on move in day were incredibly nice and gracious to help me out here and there.  But one can never be to careful.  I grabbed my leatherman pocket tool and flipped out the 5” blade.  Just in case.  I feel asleep quickly and must of been dreaming the whole night.  Zombie Outbreak.  We explored cities, found shelters, and talked about the future world for hours in my dream.  My weapon you might ask…5” leathermen blade.  A very intimiate weapon if I do say so myself.  Yes of course I did have to put down a few zombies, some were even cousins. Alive and well was my dad and his twin brother Pete, and a handfull of cousins.  It was my Uncle Pete who played lead character with me in this dream.  We had heated conversations about what would be best for the group and how best to deal with any security issues our current residence might fall privy too.  I didn’t recognize the house and I can’t tell you anything else about what had happened.  Only that as we began exploring the basement we were attacked by my cousins Max and Andrew.  They had both turned and I quickly sunk my blade into Andrew skulls.  (Sorry bro I love you and you know that…but I hope you’d do that same to me if I turned)  We locked the door and waited.  Moments later we began to hear yelling from the basement.  We opened the door and found my cousin Max fully alive and well trying to get out.  He explained that Andrew had died somehow and his body had disappeared   

I know what you must be thinking.  They were zombies, but then they turned back into humans?  YES!  The virus had affected people like werewolves and they were changing back and forth while suffering minor amnesia during the turn.  They didn’t even know.  Ok blah blah blah more fighting, more killing.  Finally I end up outside near a large government building.  Road blockades all around use, but for the most part just wide open fields.  Makes for easy spotting on the undead.  This is where my dream turned from good to great.  I ran in Mr. McCarron my old OPRF science teacher.  We talked about the condition of the world and what we were to do next.  But by the end we were running away from a pack of zombies and eventually it must of gone poorly for both of us.  I woke up.  And I was back in LA.

Thanks for reading.  I hope to recording more dreams, especially if they have old friends in them.