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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…

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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…

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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.

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© 2026 Bryan Loia Hudson | All rights reserved

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Taco Tuesday 🌮💡🔫

How do you unwind after a demanding day?

What’s today…
Oooo—it’s Tuesday…

So on Tuesdays…
this is how I unwind…

I dress all in black…
put on my stealth mindset…
and about midnight…

I grab my BB gun…
go around my neighborhood…
shooting out people’s porch lights…
moving their lawn furniture—to better spots…

Once I get my rocks off…
I’m satisfied…

I return home…
make the tacos…
reflect…

eat…
drink…
be merry…

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© 2026 Bryan Loia Hudson | All rights reserved

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Wanda on WordPress

How do you use social media?

Hi! My name is Wanda Friggetts… I love cigarettes… and ice cream… but mainly… I love catfishin’ on WordPress… makin’ folks think I’m a cool guy named Bryan from Georgia…

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© 2026 Bryan Loia Hudson. All rights reserved.

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Too Aware to Play Along

Describe something you learned in high school.

There are a lot of people I know
who say high school was a waste of time…

—and I get it.

For some…
especially artists and musicians…
it never felt like a place
that knew what to do
with a fire inside—

more about obedience…
than imagination…

But for me—
it was different.

Those four years gave me something real…

I had free chorus… music classes…
adding even more
to the years I already lived in—

that’s where it happened—
I discovered my love
for writing…
for literature.

English—
that was probably my favorite…

History came close—
science right behind it…

Math…?

I could do it… sure—
but I never felt it.

I understood it—
just never connected to it.

Sports gave me another kind of education—
one built on sweat…
pressure…
timing…
and skill you had to prove…

The social side though…
I could’ve done without that.

It was the usual divide…
the cool kids…
then everyone else…

—and me…

somewhere in between…
too aware to play along—

But the teachers—
they mattered.

I had real connections there…

My building construction teacher…
he was one of the guys…

Sometimes we’d sneak behind the shed—
smoke a cigarette…
talk about life…

Other days—
we’d all jump him…
wrestle him to the ground…
leave him covered in dirt…
shirt torn up…

He’d walk into the teacher’s lounge
looking like he survived a tornado…

trying to explain what happened…

Man… we loved that guy.

But my English teacher—

she changed everything.

She introduced me to Julius Caesar…
my first taste of Shakespeare…

Lighting a path to more great literature…

And then there was music class—

where I learned something
I still tote today…

The power… of the rest.

Silence—

In music…
what isn’t played…
can speak louder
than what is.

Same with writing… 😎

So yeah…

I gained a lot from that place.

Funny thing—

earlier today…
before I even saw this prompt…

I was listening to the John Mayer Trio…
reading interviews with John…

—and in one of them he said…

“I knew school never did anything for me…
it never made sense…
I knew at 13 what I wanted—
to be a musician.”

And yeah…
I get that too.

But thinking about it…

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school did do something for him.

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it showed him
what he refused to let go of.

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And that’s the lesson— 😎

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They love to tell you
Stay inside the lines.

But something’s better
On the other side.

© 2026 Bryan Loia Hudson. All rights reserved.

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OutKasted — Then Gone With The Wind — Atlanta Nights

There was a bar on the Southside of Atlanta—
named after Scarlett O’Hara.

A name that still means something—here.

The owner was a big fan of the movie—
you could feel it in the name… the vibe… the whole place.

A fiery, drunken piece of history.

Like it had been there longer than it hadn’t.

Margaret Mitchell still lived in the bones of that place.
Her city.
Her story.
Her shadow.

And in the mid 90’s.

O’Hara’s was the spot.

Packed most nights—
the kind of place that had its own pull.

Lights low
Laughs loud
Song and dance soaked in whiskey—
beer… and sweet drinks of every color.

A place where stories were made—
not told.
This one included.

Me and two of my good buddies—
grew up together…
went to school together—
now doing grown man stuff together.

We spent most weekends here.

But there was this guy…
his mind was set—
he wanted trouble with my boy…
and he just wasn’t gonna quit.

All night—
on us…
pressing…
running his mouth.

Alright though…
was just words.

We left it alone…
stayed cool…
tried to anyway.

I even tried to squash it—
real calm… real respectful.

To him… that was weak.

And some… they read silence wrong.

On our way to the car…
it wasn’t looking good…

dude right behind us.

Words turned into steps—
steps about to turn to hands.

I knew what was coming…

and yep… he did it—
put his hands on my friend.

I was hoping—for him—he’d choose bigger.

That was all I needed.

I locked on him—

threw him over the hood—

let my hands go.

Fast.
Clean.
Final.

And just like that—
it was done.

He slid off the hood…
out cold.

I didn’t leave him—
I don’t roll like that.

We picked him up—
got him off the pavement…
laid him in the grass—
made sure he was alright.

Checked his breathing…
made sure he was with us.

Then we went back in—
let the people working there know what happened.

Stayed put till he came to.

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But just between you and me…

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frankly…

back then…

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I just didn’t give a damn.

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Then…
we were gone—

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with the wind.

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The Original Eminem… Atlantas Own… Margaret Mitchell
Rear view of the MM house from Crescent Avenue

You can plan a pretty picnic…

but you can’t predict the weather.

© 2026 Bryan Loia Hudson. All rights reserved.

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What My Mornings Look Like…

What are your morning rituals? What does the first hour of your day look like?

— the first hour, and then some

So… once my dreams let go
and morning rolls around…

I open my eyes—
and I’m instantly happy.

I’m glad a new day has begun for me.

I thank God…
tell Him I love Him…
just chill for a moment—
embracing His love for me.

Then I usually lay there for maybe ten minutes…
eyes open… just thinking.

Then I reach over—grab my phone…
reply to my girlfriend’s texts…

They’re always there waiting on me.

She’ll send a photo she took…
or a piece of her art…
a scripture she picked out just for me…
along with her words…

So Supergood to wake up to this…

After hygiene stuff—
I head to the kitchen… get my coffee…
make my way to the couch…

Start my morning devotions…

Two different ones I read…

“Streams in the Desert” — by Lettie Cowman
“My Utmost for His Highest” — by Oswald Chambers

Both from the 1920s…
both deep…
in different ways.

One poetic…
one piercing.

I read…
sit with it.

Think about it.

Then I pray…

I talk to God for a while—
real talk.

Then…

I shut my mouth.

I listen.

To what He has to say…

After that—
headphones on…

I open up YouTube Music
Choose something… then just let it go…

A mix of Christian and secular

Then comes one of my favorite parts—

I grab my guitar.

I try and learn one new song a week, sometimes more

Right now I’ve been learning…

“Infra-Red” — by Three Days Grace
Next up… “Fine Again” — by Seether

Most times…
I don’t use tabs…
don’t look up chords…

I just listen…
play what I hear.

Learning the lyrics are the main thing…
the guitar part I make my own…
in my own style…
usually…

I’ll jam for a while…
have some fun with it…

then it’s back for more coffee ☕️

Headphones back on…

Then I check in—

My ministry platforms…
my YouTube…
my blog…

I respond to people…
read what others are sharing…

I’m not a big commenter—
but I show up lol

Then later I think on…
pray on…
whatever I want to write or post…

or if it’s time for one of my weekly series posts—
I’ll do that…

post on my other Christian platforms…
make a YouTube short sometimes.

Then I hit my workout.

Every day—
except Wednesday and Sunday.

After that—
protein shake…
something to eat…

And yeah…

That’s been my mornings lately.

I’ve been on leave from work for about a month now…

So right now—

My job?

Is just having awesome days 😎

Also… at night… I read the Bible and whatever other book I’m reading… right now it’s Hemingway’s memoir “A Moveable Feast”

After I read… I listen to more music… then I spend a good amount of time praying for others… then I sleep…

Lettie Cowman
Oswald Chambers

Lamentations 3:22–23 (ESV)

“The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases…
His mercies never come to an end…
they are new every morning…
great is Your faithfulness.”

© 2026 Bryan Loia Hudson (bryanforchrist). All rights reserved.

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My Love for Scripture… Where I Really Live

My Identity in Christ… ✝️

So I love reading…
as many of you do…

My one constant read—
is the Bible.

Then I usually have another book going at the same time…
but Scripture… that’s been with me almost 45 years now…
since I was a kid.

I love the theology of it…
the depth…
the layers…

Hermeneutics—
that’s really my thing with it.

Breaking it down…
understanding what it actually says…
not just what it sounds like.

Honestly though…

You can read and know things all day long—
but if you don’t apply what you’ve learned…

then what do you really have 🤷‍♂️
like… what did you gain…?

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I’ve got other platforms where that’s all I do—
strictly Christian content…
just digging into Scripture… piece by piece…

But this blog—

This is different.

This is where I write about my life…
my past…
things I’m dealing with…
things I’m learning…

It’s an outlet.

A place where I don’t have to perform…
don’t have to impress anyone…

I just get to be me.

So… just because yall don’t see that other side of me much…
I figured I’d share a little of it here.

Some recent thoughts…
from my other platforms…

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📖 Romans 13:14
“But put ye on the Lord Jesus Christ, and make not provision for the flesh…”

📖 Galatians 3:27
“For as many of you as have been baptized into Christ have put on Christ.”

I love these two…

Because that phrase—“put on”—

In the Greek… it’s ENDUO.

And it literally means…

To clothe yourself…
to wear…
like a garment.

So when Paul says “put on Christ”…

He’s not talking about casual belief.

He’s saying—

Wear Him…
Be covered in Him…
Let Him be what people see when they look at you…

Like putting on a coat—
except it’s identity…
not fabric…

Visible identity.

That’s powerful.

Super cool stuff 🙌 ✝️

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📖 Ephesians 2:10
“For we are His workmanship, created in Christ Jesus for good works…”

This one’s great…

That word “workmanship”—

In the Greek… it’s POIEMA.

Yeah…

Like we are God’s work… His Poem

Which means—

You’re not random…
not an accident…
not just out here trying to figure it all out…

You’re crafted.

Intentional

Spoken into existence with meaning…

Not mass produced—
handmade…

By God.

Prepared beforehand…
for something good…

So yeah—

You’re not just surviving this life…

You’re His poema.

And that’s a whole different way to see yourself… 🤷‍♂️✝️❤️‍🔥🙌

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Thank you all for being here… seriously…
Yall are a blessing.
May God bless you…
and keep you…
always.

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Gee Wiz…

When you were five, what did you want to be when you grew up?

I don’t want to grow up… I’m a Toys R Us kid… they got the best… for so much less… you’ll really flip your lid… from bikes to trains to video games… it’s the greatest toy store there is… gee wiz… I don’t want to grow up… cuz baby… if did? I wouldn’t be a Toys R Us kid… 🤷‍♂️

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Miles, Music, and a Few Tricks Along the Way

What’s a secret skill or ability you have or wish you had…?

I’ve done a lot… I love a lot.

Sports… fishing… music… writing…
working out pretty religiously these days…
and I’ve always loved driving… oh… I’m a people and animal whisperer too…

I drove 18-wheelers all across the U.S. for 17 years… professionally.
Spent time training student drivers with FedEx Ground…
that part stayed with me… something about watching it click.

Same thing with teaching guitar and music back in the day…
there’s something about passing things on.

But if we’re talking secret skills…

I can juggle.

Learned it as a teenager from a guy at a pool hall…
with billiard balls.

And this one’s a little ridiculous but true…

I can throw grapes so high they disappear…
wait… track them back down out of the sky…
and catch them in my mouth.

Oh… and I can juggle grapes and eat them at the same time…

Yeah… I know… lol…

Nothing special… just a fun way to feed your face.

Not today though… too much other stuff to juggle…

˙uoıʇɔǝlɟuı ɥʇıʍ ƃuıs I sɐ ƃuol oS
…ʎɐs I ʇɐɥʍ ɹǝʇʇɐɯ ʇ,usǝop ʇI

© 2026 Bryan Loia Hudson

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To The Ones Who Read

I just want to say thank you…

to all yall who check out my blog.

It honestly means more than I can explain… that anyone would take time to read — or even listen to — something that comes from me… and then comment on it?

That touches me. For real.
I’m honored by it.
I never take it for granted.

I’m grateful to be here with you all… surrounded by some seriously brilliant and talented people. I read as many blogs as I can — not out of obligation… but because yall are genuinely good at what you do. I like returning the love and support.

I’m not a big commenter though… and when I do, it’s usually short. Unless we’re deep in a conversation about something specific… then I might talk your ear off 😅

And funny enough… my girlfriend is on WordPress too… and we rarely comment on each other’s stuff. much of the time.. we don’t even hit “like” 😅

But we read and enjoy one another’s posts

That’s what matters.

Anyway…

just know I see you.

And I appreciate you more than you know.

— Bryan

Philippians 1:3 (KJV)

“I thank my God upon every remembrance of you…”

© 2026 Bryan Loia Hudson. All rights reserved.

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