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.

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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Winners and Losers

The Field That Raised Me…

What are your favorite sports to watch and play?

Sports have always been a huge part of my life. They’ve been there for as long as I can remember. I come from a long line of athletes. My grandfather even had an opportunity to pitch for the Detroit Tigers, but he chose to serve in World War II instead. My father was a great athlete too, and he was also my coach growing up, teaching me the game—and a lot about life—along the way…

I love a lot of sports, but my two main ones are American football and baseball. I played Little League all through my childhood and into my teens. I didn’t just throw on a uniform and participate—I excelled. I was a star, haha. I’m normally pretty humble, but I want to be accurate here so you can feel what I’m putting down 😅 I was mainly a pitcher, but in between starts I played shortstop and left field, doing whatever my team needed… I also hit for power and average.

In little league.. I once made an insane diving catch in left field to win the game… the crowd went nuts… bum-rushed me and carried me off the field on their shoulders cheering haha…

Sports were where I learned who I was when things got hard…

I kept it going into junior high and high school, playing both baseball and football. On the football field I lined up at quarterback, wide receiver, and at cornerback on defense, and I excelled there too. The dream was always to try and go pro in baseball, but along the way I got pulled into the music scene and ended up chasing that route instead. Even then, I never really left sports behind. I kept playing, jumping into league softball over the years and staying connected to the game any way I could.

As far as watching sports, my heart stays close to home. I love the Atlanta Braves and Falcons, and when it comes to college football, I’m a huge Georgia fan—Go Dawgs! Major League Baseball, the NFL, and college football are my mainstays, but I also enjoy basketball and golf, both playing and watching. Sports have always been more than just games to me. I’m thankful I grew up the way I did, grateful for the chance to play, I miss them days…

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My first year in little league… im holding the bat wrong in this pic.. my hands are opposite how they should be lol

1 Corinthians 9:24–26 (NIV)

Do you not know that in a race all the runners run, but only one gets the prize? Run in such a way as to get the prize… Everyone who competes in the games goes into strict training. They do it to get a crown that will not last, but we do it to get a crown that will last forever…

© 2026 Bryan Loia Hudson. All rights reserved.

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The Seven Brothers…

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(October 4, 2o25 — My Dream)

This is a dream I had on October 4th of this year…

I was standing at a vast grasslands…
with others around me…

one man said…
“who will go…?”

No one moved…

They were afraid to go across…
because there were fierce Lions just beyond…

I was filled with courage…
And I said…

“I will go…”

As I started walking…
I got to a certain point…

out came the Lions…

I was sore afraid…

They were ferocious…
they had me in their sights…

Every instinct in me wanted to run…
but I knew that was the worst thing I could do…

something changed in me…

Instead of turning away…
I became bold…

I went out to meet them…

They were moving toward me…
I was moving toward them…

Then came the moment…

We met…
face to face…

instead of killing me…

They opened a path…

as I walked between them…
they showed me great respect…

They did not attack me…
they honored me…

as I passed by them…
they fell in close behind me…

All seven of them…

They had my back…

They walked with me across the land…
to the other side…

They became my protection…

When I reached the other side…
all seven of them stopped…

They looked at me…

without saying a word…
they spoke to me with their eyes…

they bowed down before me…

With great strength…
and great respect…

This is the second Lion dream I’ve ever had…

When the Lions show up…

things get crazy…

Intense…


>THE INTERPRETATION…

The following day…
I received this interpretation in my spirit…

The Lions were coming for me…
and their intent was to have me…

But when they saw my fear turn into boldness…
and that I was coming to face them instead of running…

I became like them…

They no longer saw me as food…

I became one of their own…

That’s why they walked at my back…
protecting me…

Because Lions protect their own…

That’s why they showed me such honor…

Because I conquered my fear…

And became just like one of them…

Lions are absolutely fearless…

So they saw me as family…
as a brother…

a bond between brother Lions…
is strong… unbreakable…

How you act up close with wild Lions…
is the ultimate test of fear…

am I going to become like them…?
Or be food for them…?

I’m not saying that I’m a fearless Lion…
because I’m not…

This was just a dream…

But it was super powerful…
meaningful…

It woke me in the night… and I laid there… thinking about it…

I believe it happened for a reason…

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