Under Shooting Stars ☄️

A Dream I Had A Few Nights Ago & A Bob Dylan Cover

It was nighttime, and I was slowly driving along through an empty parking lot in a black full size pick up truck. It felt like maybe an 80s model Chevy.

When all of a sudden this zombie looking guy started throwing what looked like hatchets at me.

So I mashed on the gas Dukes of Hazzard style and got my ass outta there.

My heart was racing.

I made it to the main road then I relaxed and felt safe. It was a beautiful night with different colors through the sky and many shooting stars. They just kept coming, one after another. There were great mountains all around that were lit from the sky. It also felt really pleasant out. Like a late September night in Georgia.

I kept driving until I reached what looked like a small school or college nestled in the mountains. I parked my truck and jumped out and went inside as if I knew what I was doing and where I was going.

At the end of a long hallway was a room with the door open and a light was on. Inside was a super tall man. Like 8 feet or so. He was slender, good looking, with dark hair and well dressed.

I approached him as if I had business with him and we had a conversation but I can’t remember it. Then I told him that he was really tall and he just winked and nodded.

Then I left him.

As I walked back down the long hallway, there was a woman in front of me on her knees. She was very attractive with brown curly hair. I stood before her, then she reached up and took my hand, and with a burn in her eyes, she told me she wanted me, for me to pick a room.

I immediately thought of my real life girlfriend, and then I told her sorry, but I’m engaged.

Then I walked away and left the building. Once outside, I looked up, and the sky was just alive and incredible still with these shooting stars. They were dancing everywhere.

As I was about to leave, the woman cried out and stopped me and asked if I could give her a ride. I said yes, then she got in the back bed of the truck, and in a sensual way, she laid down, and I began to drive off.

Things are about to get really strange.

I fell asleep at the wheel while driving. I only found this out once I woke back up inside the dream, but there was a time period in the dream I couldn’t account for.

So I open my eyes in the dream, and I’m like, where the hell am I? I’m behind the wheel and flying down the road, and it’s now daylight. On each side of the road, there are huge mountains and these huge white stone statues of ram heads. The horns are black with gold and white stripes.

Then suddenly the road ends and we go sailing off this cliff and way far below was a broad river and we’re plummeting toward it. I was terrified. My heart was on its way out of my chest.

I knew I had to act fast. I looked behind me, and the woman was still with me, now in her bra and panties.

So I hurried and climbed through the back sliding window to get to her. I told her if she wanted to live, then she needed to listen to me right now because we are about to crash into a river. I told her that I’m going to pick her up and just before impact that we would leap into the water. She agreed. Then I scooped her up and held her in my arms, and I watched as we fast approached.

With her arms around my neck and just seconds remaining, we jumped from the bed of the truck into the murky water.

As she clung to me, I swam for what seemed like forever. It’s OK though, remember I told you before I’m a good swimmer 😁. Then we finally made it safely to a narrow shore.

But now there’s no way out because in front of us is a sheer rock wall hundreds of feet high.

So I told her that we must climb if we want out of this thing. I encouraged her. Told her she could do it. She agreed, and we started up.

It was a long way up. It was so hard. I wasn’t sure if she’d make it, but if she doesn’t make it, then I don’t make it because I’m not leaving her.

Well…

She reached down deep and gathered herself,

found strength she didn’t know about.

She made it.

Then I woke up.

Shooting Star – a Bob Dylan cover

ᶠᵉᵃᵗᵘʳᵉᵈ ⁱᵐᵃᵍᵉ ᶜʳᵉᵈⁱᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵍʳᵉᵗˡᵘˢᵏʸ

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I Shall Not Be Moved ¹⁴³

Possibly A Poema

You who want me dead
and often try instead.

Do you realize it’s been twenty years now?

off and on?

Have you ever thought that it’s just not time?

Time for me to go?

After all your tries I still pass by.

Seriously, just think.

Think of all the times.

How many is it now?

Eight? Nine?

Times that you’ve tried and I’m still here.

You sure make for great storytelling.

You must not know the things I know?

The ONE who’s by my side.

I dreamt all this in the nineties.

Before you ever knew me,

I knew you.

And…

In my dream

You were just a small white horse.

The Great Green Eyed Lion behind me,

HE saw you.

Saw that you wished me harm.

Then out from behind me HE came.

Came for you.

HE was angry with you
but delighted in me.

HE swallowed you whole.

Before I ever knew you,

you were already defeated.

Like pharaoh’s army,
The depths will cover you.

I’d turn back now.

This is a pivotal spot for you.

These things I know.

It’s not wishful thinking.

HE told me.

For me not to worry.

And I don’t.

And you don’t have to worry about me.

Yet you do.

The time has finally come.

For life to start again.

My life that is.

Yours too.

If you so choose.

Therefore…

These things I hope you’ll heed.

These things I know you’ll read.

And just like a tree,

planted by the waters

I shall not be moved.

An Old African-American Spiritual Folk Song From The South

Jeremiah 17:7-8 • Psalm 1:3
Psalm 16:8 • Psalm 62:6

featured image by Signeflinkart by Deviantart

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The Seafoam Birds

My Dream From Last Night

I had a moving dream last night… one very different from others I’ve had. I’ve been thinking about it all morning.

I was sitting alone on a beach. There was no one else around that I could see. It was overcast and late in the afternoon, with a light breeze gently tickling my cheeks. Behind me were idyllic, panoramic sand dunes stretching along the shore.

Suddenly, a bird flew toward me.

She was desperately trying to get my attention, flying all around me as if she needed me to go with her. I knew she needed my help.

So I went.

She led me up into the dunes, to a small nest nestled on the ground beneath the sea oats and rocket flowers. Inside were two tiny baby chicks. They were lying on their sides, completely still and unresponsive.

I gently picked up each one and lightly massaged them in my hands.

One by one, they came to life.

I carefully placed them back into the nest, and the mama was overwhelmed with happiness and gratitude. She thanked me without saying a word, in a way I’ve never experienced before.

There was something special about it.

She and her babies resembled a species of thrasher, like the state bird here in Georgia, but they were all a solid, pale green. I actually looked through color charts afterward because I wanted to know exactly what shade to call them.

Seafoam green.

© 2026 Bryan Loia Hudson. All rights reserved.

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The Lion Who Pulled My Chariot

My Dream From Last Night

Some of the coolest and most powerful dreams I’ve had over the years involve lions. They show up often, but what’s different is they’re never against me—they’re with me, for me, protecting and helping me.

Most of my other animal dreams are the complete opposite. I’m usually running for my life from polar bears, tigers, or something else trying to eat me. But not the lions. They’re my brothers.

Here’s the dream I had last night…

I was in a wilderness-type place, deep in a jungle. I was riding in an old Roman chariot, and we were moving incredibly fast. I say we because I wasn’t alone.

The chariot was being pulled by a magnificent beast—a lion. A male, in his prime. Massive, powerful, and absolutely fearless.

I held the reins and gave them a snap. He glanced back at me for just a moment, then surged forward. I was in charge of him.

I wasn’t sure where we were headed, but he seemed to know. He moved with purpose, as though he was on a mission.

The ground ahead was flat at first, but in the distance stood a great mountain with a road leading to its summit. We charged toward it and began climbing with incredible speed and power.

About halfway up, the lion sensed something.

His pace slowed. Then he stopped.

He turned and looked back at me. There was something in his eyes. He seemed concerned… uncertain… even worried. Not for himself, but for me.

It was as if he was trying to protect me… as if I wasn’t ready for whatever lay ahead.

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The Woman in the Grocery Store

My Dream from a Few Weeks Ago

There was a season where I was writing about my dreams fairly regularly, but it’s been a fat minute since I’ve shared one. I’ve continued to have them—I just haven’t been writing them.

All my life my dreams have been constant, vivid, and unforgettable. Here’s one from a few weeks ago.

I was lying on a cold, hard floor, staring up at a tall ceiling lined with rows of fluorescent lights. It felt like a large commercial building. I could feel the cold pressing against my back and running all the way down my legs.

I kept thinking, Where am I?

I tried to move. I tried to lift my head, but it took everything I had. After several attempts, I finally managed to raise it just enough to look around.

I was in a large grocery store.

I could see the produce section. Women were shopping as though everything was perfectly normal. Then I ran out of strength and laid my head back down.

I remember thinking, How in the world did I end up here?

About that time, a very pretty woman in her 40s, with long brown hair and kind green eyes, knelt beside me, holding the gentlest smile, and asked, “What are you doing on the floor?”

I didn’t have an answer.

I just froze.

For what felt like about ten seconds, I just got deep into my thoughts as I looked at her, searching for words. Finally I said, “I don’t know… I’m not normally like this.”

She looked at me with such kindness, and in the softest, most sincere tone she said,

“Get up. I’ll help you.”

She reached out her hand, and I took it.

She helped me to my feet, handed me a shopping cart, and together we walked the aisles while she helped me find the things I needed.

She didn’t feel like a stranger.

She felt like my best friend.

Then I woke up.

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It Moves When I Ask.

A Dream That Keeps Coming Back

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…

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…

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…

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…

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.”

It Moves When I Ask.

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The Girl in the Dream… the One Who Woke Me

…My Dream from a few nights ago

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…

—My real one 😎’`

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.

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…

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The Seven Brothers…

🦁🦁🦁🦁🦁🦁🦁

(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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