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It Moves When I Ask.

A Dream That Keeps Coming Back

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For over a year now…
I’ve been having a dream that keeps coming back…

They are always different…
but always the same…

I had another one last night…
seems about every two months I dream it…

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Last night I was driving along…
no idea where I was…
or where I was going…

I was just driving…

I pulled up to this small building…
it was a public restroom…

I went inside…

There were no toilets…
no nothing…

Except for two rolls of toilet paper
on the floor…

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So this is where the dream
is about to repeat…

I felt a presence with me…

So I say aloud—
“If you’re here with me…
then move the toilet paper.”

There was a pause…
a few seconds…

As I watched…

The roll of toilet paper
slid slowly across the floor…

for a few feet…

Then it stopped…

It didn’t roll…
it was sitting upright on its end…

it just slid…

As if something invisible
made it happen…

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The feeling I get when this happens…
is hard to explain…

But I experience it
every time…

…

So then I say—
“Ok… now move the other one.”

And as I watch…

The other roll of toilet paper
slid across the floor…

Same deal…

…

Then I woke up…

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So in these dreams…

I always end up somewhere alone…

But I never feel alone…

There’s always a presence…

There’s always different objects…

And I always say—

“If you’re here with me…
make it move.”

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It Moves When I Ask.

…

© 2026 Bryan Loia Hudson | All rights reserved

`’.,°~

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The Girl in the Dream… the One Who Woke Me

…My Dream from a few nights ago

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A few nights ago…
I found myself in this place…
in my sleep…

I was walking…

It was a quiet… quaint neighborhood—
that felt familiar…

Middle class…
working people…
doing much life here…

I wasn’t alone…

There was a beautiful young blonde girl—
probably around 17…

…and her two younger sisters…
maybe 12 or 13…

…and a young boy…
around 10…

I’ve never seen any of them before…

—but they knew me…

…they felt like my friends…

So I accepted them…

We all were walking along…
talking… laughing…

Life felt so easy…
so simple…

As if I had nowhere to be—
nothing else to do…

…and if I did…
whatever… or wherever…
—it could wait…

I felt younger too…
maybe 18… 20…

As the five of us slowly moved down the street…
just talking…

The older girl asked me—

“Do you know my father?”

I didn’t…

I didn’t even know her…

Then she asked—

“What kind of man do you think he is?”

So I thought for a second…

And judging by his daughter…
by her character in my dream…

I figured him for a good man—

hard working…
loved his family…

She said—

“Yes… you are correct…
he is all these things…”

Then she looked deep into my eyes…
smiled…

…gently placed her hand in mine—

just to hold… as we walked…

Then she rested her head
on my shoulder…

…and I felt something—
light…
soft…

…caressing my neck…

All of a sudden—

I snapped back…
to reality—

I thought of my girlfriend…

My real one…
in real life…

I could see her face in my mind…

I felt my love for her—
she filled me…

I felt so bad…

Like I was doing something wrong—
with this other girl… even in a dream…

I tried to free myself…
pull my hand away—

…but it wasn’t that easy…

I started to panic…
just a little…

…

And then—

I woke up…

…

Thinking about my lady…

…

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—My real one 😎’`

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my current finger situation

Genesis 28:16
“Surely the Lord is in this place, and I did not know it.”

© 2026 Bryan Loia Hudson. All rights reserved.

`’.,°~

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Now Go, and Paint What You Saw

My dream from last night…

Last night.. I dreamed I stood alone in a wild, untamed land — a place so alive it felt almost unreal. The trees burned with impossible colors, and the sunlight shot through everything in thick, glowing rays, like you could reach out and grab the light itself.

As I turned in slow circles, trying to drink it all in, a voice from nowhere said,

“Look! Here they come.”

And then I saw them.

They were ghosts — unmistakably ghosts — the spirits of Native American people, sliding out from the deep woods and rising up from the ground itself. Semi-transparent, otherworldly, they moved in long, silent lines, hundreds of them drifting past… some straight through me…

They didn’t look at me… didn’t react…

they just kept moving… wrapped in a silence I didn’t dare disturb.

It felt exactly like if you were sitting alone on your couch and suddenly the walls opened and your whole house filled with transparent figures.

When the last one passed through… the voice spoke again

“Now go, and paint what you saw.”

And I woke up — shaken and moved — knowing those words weren’t going to leave me alone.

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I’m a dreamer…
all my life…

many powerful ones…

but this one
hits different…

This 👆 is a super cool video.. just found it

Me

Also.. I don’t paint or draw

when it comes to my dreams.. I have discernment.. I know when they are from above..  I know when they are bad..  I’m also able to tell when they are just my mind.. or meaningless random stuff.. and also over time I usually get the interpretation for many of them.. that comes from above as well…

Psalm 16:7 (KJV)

“I will bless the LORD, who hath given me counsel…
my reins also instruct me in the night seasons…”

© 2026 Bryan Loia Hudson

`’.,°~

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plastic kisses & venom hands

my dream from last night…

I was asleep…
then my eyes opened —
I found myself riding in a big open jeep…
rolling through a watercolor countryside…

A man and a woman sat beside me —
strangers both…
their voices touched with Aussie accents…

I was almost certain we were somewhere Down Under…

They were warm and welcoming…
laughing too easily…
yet seemed genuinely glad to have me along…

But something was amiss…
Their smiling eyes were lanterns hiding moths…

As we rolled on…
their words moved like dragonflies over water…

I realized they were a married couple —
a wealthy one at that…

Everything we passed seemed to belong to them —
the fields…
the hills…
the winding road itself…

Soon the watercolor countryside fell away…
to a stretch lined with mansions in every color…
blooming like paper wildflowers…

They said I could choose one someday…
but not today…

First…
they wanted me to see their home —
to decide whether I wished to go on with them…

Oooo Sweet!
I guess I can opt out of this dream if need be…

Ahead, in the distance…
a fire-blue sea…
its sands like crushed diamonds…

We drove right up to the edge…
got out…

The wife sent her husband away…
once out of sight…
she took my hand…
we walked… talking…

we knelt together…
shaping small castles
from crushed diamonds…

At one point…
she moved too close to my face…

We both noticed…

We paused…
our eyes locked…
we began to kiss…

In the moment…
I was overcome with sudden…
fierce passion for her…

I stepped into it with my lips…
gave her everything I had…

Then something changed mid-kiss…

Her mouth felt wrong —
fake…
plastic…

I came to, inside the dream and thought,
What am I doing…?

I pulled away…

She kept trying to draw me back…
I broke loose…

Then she sank to her knees…
her cry landing before she did…

…

and after a moment…

away she ran…

brokenhearted…

…

I looked around…
didn’t see either one of them…

In fact…
I didn’t see anyone…

The beach was empty…

I decided to go swimming…
The water looked amazing…
so I dove headfirst into the deep…

then ¡ was surrounded by great white sharks…

My dreaming ass swam out of there with a quickness…

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The next thing ¡ knew…
¡ was waist-deep in a shallow stream…
the banks just a few feet away on each side…
stitched with snakes…

As ¡ looked closer…
¡ saw there were many of them…

Then a deep man’s voice said…
the creatures were a rare species…
only found here in this place…

¡ felt a shiver of dread ghost in me…
¡ gathered myself…
moved ever so slowly downstream…

but It wasn’t slow enough…

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Inevitable fangs flew like caltrops.

In an instant…
¡ was hit from both sides…
bitten on my right hand…
and my left…

¡ felt the pain…

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the sharp pierce of skin…

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poison enter my body…

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¡t burned like moonshine and blood…

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¡ knew ¡ was in trouble…

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everything started to fade…

…

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then i woke up…

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was just a dream…

© 2026 Bryan Loia Hudson | All rights reserved

`’.,°~

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Past the Pulpit

my dream from last night…

I was in a church filled with people — maybe a thousand of them…
It felt like home… familiar… safe…
But something in the air felt strange…
like warmth covering a quiet wrong…

I was sitting with a group of guys — my friends —
waiting for the service to start…
The room was loud with low voices and shifting bodies…
noise that feels alive
before something important begins…

Then.. a young guy stepped to the pulpit…
mid-twenties… unpolished… unguarded… real…

He started to confess…

Not in a dramatic way — not for attention
just a man tired of carrying his weight alone…
He confessed his sins…
his failures…
his sexual mistakes…
with girls in the church…

The room changed…

Whispers started…
Then snickers…
Then laughter…

People leaned into each other…
smiling behind their hands…
Judging…
Feasting on the fall of someone
brave enough to bleed in public…

I felt my chest tighten…

Not at him —
at them…

I felt angry…
Ashamed…
Disgusted…
I was pissed…

This was supposed to be a place of mercy…
A greenhouse… where things nurture…
instead.. it felt like a courtroom with no grace…

I looked around at the faces of people…
I didn’t recognize the love
I thought lived here…

I wanted out…

So I stood up…

I walked past the rows…
Past the whispers…
Past the laughter…
Past the pulpit… that was no longer an altar… but a guillotine…
and the applause for the fallen… was the new amen…

I pushed open the doors…
as I stepped outside… I felt cleansed… baptized…
free as a wet bird drenched in truth…

then I woke up…

it was just a dream…

…….🚶‍♂️→🤫→😂→⛪️⚔️→👏⬇️🙏❌→🚪→💧†→🐦💦✨

Who knows who is both your best friend and brother…
When everyone’s deserted you…
Who’d shoot first and ask questions later…
If anybody’s messed with you…

Pretty soon we’ll all be tumblin’ like a barrel…
Thrown from the top of the waterfall…
I’m drownin’ in piranhas in the river…
Man… what a drag!

I was talkin’ to my teacher…
Said I didn’t have a clue…
I think my principles are reachin’…

An all time low…

© 2026 Bryan H. All Rights Reserved.

`’.,°~

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Where She Waits

my dream from last night

I was asleep…
— until I opened my eyes…
— I was in an old town… a third world place…

Cobblestone streets…
— run down…
— falling apart…

There were people everywhere—
on the outside.. they seemed okay…
but once they opened their mouths…
— I saw they were falling apart too…

Nothing but rusted words…
— no faith…
— no hope…
— nothing good to say…
They believed in nothing…

Just empty speech… empty phrases…
— nothing on the inside…
Painted smiles that no one cares to look through…
So I shook it off me—
— continued on…

In the distance.. I could see huge pyramid-like structures…
They were white marble—
— steep…
— with hewn steps stretching across…
Carved for someone braver…
— layered one upon another…
— like a man-made mountain range…

Magnificent to look at…
— like the teeth of God…
— so high up…
— bruising the sky…
— such a challenge…

Something inside me cried out…
Something feral and buried…
I knew—
I must climb…

I started walking toward them…
— because I’m about to move up… 😉

The people started yelling at me—
Their voices like a flock of crows…
— black…
— circling…

You’re not good enough…
you cant…
you wont make it…
it’s impossible…
it’s too much…
you’re crazy…
you’re going to regret it…
you will die…
Yada… yada… yada…

Wrong words—
— like an avalanche…
— thundering down from the mountains…
Bursting into sparks as they hit me—
straight firing me up… setting my spirit ablaze…

My eyes locked…
I started to run — harder…
— faster…
— gaining momentum…
— like jets on a runway…

I took off…
— climbing higher…
— and higher…

The incline at times seemed straight up…
— I could actually feel myself getting tired…

But I kept on—
— never thought of giving up…
— never worried…
— never stopping…
— never slowing to catch my breath…

I’ve never had a better feeling in my life…
— awake or asleep…
— I felt so alive…
— so happy…
— it was unreal…

So determined —
— no one and nothing could stop me…
— nothing was impossible…

It was the greatest feeling ever…
I carried it with me all day after waking…

Mountains mean nothing…

And soon I will rest…
— on the summit…
— where she waits…
Take her hand…
— be her man…

I climb for that moment…
— a deep kiss…
— a life…
— that quiets the world below

Little by little… day by day…

Habakkuk 3:19

“The Lord God is my strength…
and He will make my feet like deer’s feet… and He will make me walk upon my high places…”

© 2026 Bryan H. All Rights Reserved.

`’.,°~

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And Out Come the Wolves

my dream last night… poem & story…

alone out there…
just meat… just prey…
I feed my two wolves… one red… one grey…
the fence a lie…
just meet… just pray…
away my two wolves…
one red… one gray…

I was in a backyard—
 fenced in…
 familiar…
 from childhood…

I felt younger…
 In a place
  that remembered me…

Still—
 I climbed the fence…

On the other side—
 the woods waited…
  too close for comfort…

Then the red wolf came—

Big…
Hungry…
 All teeth and motion…

No hesitation—
 just intent…

I barely made it back over the fence—
 It stopped there…
  snarling…
  growling…
  measuring the distance…

Then it faded…
 back into the trees…

Silence pressed in…

I climbed again—
 slower this time…
 Quieter…
 Tiptoeing…

The gray wolf appeared—

Not loud…
Not rushed…
 Focused…

It ran at me—
 closing the gap…

I reached the top of the fence—
 just in time…

It stood there—
 head tilted…
 eyes steady—
  as if I was already chosen…
  as if I was meat…

Then the red one came back—

Side by side now—
 watching…
 Thinking…

They didn’t jump…

They searched…

They found a hole—

The fence was a lie—

They were already in—

Now they were with me—
Nothing between us…

That’s when I woke myself up—

Enough…
 for tonight…

…….⟂→||→🌲…….<3?→x…….2W→(R)(G)…….|=|→≠…….→🤝→🙏…….↩︎2W…….R→G’…….🚶‍♂️🌙→🌲…….🥩→🎯…….🐺🐺→🔴⚪…….🚧→🪞❌…….🤝→🙏…….🐺🐺↩︎…….🔴→⚪’

Listened to the album… And Out Come The Wolves… by Rancid… while writing..

© 2026 Bryan H. All Rights Reserved.

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Let Love

my dream from last night…

I was asleep…
I opened my eyes…

Where the heck am I

I was in the back seat of a car…
some goofy-looking dude beside me…
a guy driving…
a girl riding shotgun…

The car was a real crappy-looking Honda Accord—
mid-90s—beat up bad—

And wherever we were matched it—
just as crappy—
I think it was Ohio…

I didn’t know any of these people…

No one spoke…
they stared straight ahead…

Then—
all at once—
they turned—
looked at me—

Every one of them—
bright green eyes…

The driver floored it—

We were flying—
everything outside the windows
tearing past—
at the speed of sound—

Then—
we slowed—
came to a stop—

We all got out…

In front of us—
a great lake—
still—gray—endless—

A long wooden dock—
stretching out—
into the water—

At the very end of it—
a beautiful girl—

Behind her—
far in the distance—
an ivory tower—
unlike anything I’d ever seen—

No end—
just rising—
higher and higher—
until it disappeared—
into the clouds—

I walked toward her—

Her back to me—
hair moving—
slightly—
in the breeze—

As I got closer—
my heart started shaking—
like the nervous end—
of a rattlesnake—

She turned—

Faced me—

Looked into me—

She said—These words—

“Let love…”

Then—
she stepped off—
the edge of the dock—
sank—
into the gray water—

……….→|~ ~|→↓≈≈≈’
…….→|≈≈|→↓~~~’
…….→| |→↓~’
…….↑| |→↓≈≈’

…

Love demands immersion—
even if it drowns— `’.,°~

© 2026 Bryan H. All Rights Reserved.

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Into Nothing…

My dream from last night…

In my sleep last night…
I opened my eyes…
I was inside a massive mansion—

I mean huge…

The longest hallways one could imagine…
It was dark…
but enough light creeping through
that I was able to see…
and exist in it…

It was a kind of quiet
I’ve never heard before—

I was totally alone…

Absolutely terrified…
but I kept myself together…
I didn’t know what else to do…

So I just started walking…
down the hallway…
pausing at times…
looking into the rooms…

There was something familiar
about some of them…
but I don’t know what…

And then the lonely started hitting me
hard…

A kind of lonely I’ve never felt…

As if I were the only living thing
in existence—

Absolutely nothing else…
no one to talk to…
no one to pray to…
nowhere to go…
no place to call home…

A cosmic lonely—

Where you are it…
in the entire universe…

The feeling was unbearable…


and the emptiness I felt…


can’t be compared to anything…


Just utterly lost…


…into nothing…


…….,-‘

© 2025 Bryan H. All Rights Reserved.

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Fifty Years of Sleep Fighting… 🏃🌪🌪🌪🌪🌪🌪🌪

Since I was a little boy—with flaming red hair—a face full of freckles—I have always been a dreamer…
As life’s bullet train has sped through my night… my freckles have faded… blended…
my hair has darkened from that fiery red—to something older…
But my dreams…
They have never faded…
They are still alive…

Sleep is not rest for me—
It is assignment…
It is battlefield…
When I close my eyes at night—
I am not drifting off…
I am clocking in…
For a fight…

Since childhood—storms call my name…
Not gently…
But roaring… spinning…
Tearing open my sky…
Hurricanes… tornadoes…
I have stood in both—right in the heart of them—more than once…
They do not push me back…
They pull me in…
I do not run from storms—
I run toward them…
I am a storm chaser…

Yet in my dreams—the rules reverse…

In my dreams—the storms chase me…

For fifty years—I have had the same recurring dream…
Hundreds of times…
Tornado dreams…
Always different… yet always the same…
Tornadoes spinning on every horizon…
Coming for me…
Hunting me…
Running me down…
They never quite catch me—
But they drive me forward…
They harden my legs…
They make me stronger…

Yet…

It would be great just to rest sometimes…
Catch a break in my night…
Lay down my sword…
Take off my armor…
No courage…
No strength…
Just sleep…
Just sleep…
Just sleep…

`’.°~ ¹⁴³

© Bryan H. 2025 — All Rights Reserved

In me… songs are alive… soundtracking my dreams… night after night…

While writing this… I listened to the album History by Matthew West… from 2o05… one of my favorites from him…