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.

© 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

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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