An Inspiring Dream

I thought since I don't blog as much (nothing much is going on sadly) that I would mention my dream on here.  I am all about signs and revelations.  I love it when you feel as if something happened for a reason, kind of like being in the right place at the right time.  I grew up in a small town in South Carolina.  Growing up LDS in the south was an interesting endevour but taught me a lot none the less.  One of my favorite bishops was a man called Bishop Graham.  You could not find this guy ever sad, dissapointed, or angry (when I was around anyway lol).  He was a happy and very wise individual.  I really admired his kindness and understanding through the years of church and ceminary (yep, I can't spell it).  Sadly, he passed away years ago fairly quickly.  I remember feeling horrible sorrow and regret on not ever seeing him when I visited home a couple of times.  Anyway- A couple of nights ago I wasn't sleeping all too well.  My dream began by me walking down the halls of my old church (in SC) with its bright orange carpet (this was before they renovated the building).  They were having a holloween activity for the teens/kids in the gym.  As I slowly walked down the hall I realized I saw Bishop Graham sitting at table.  Without words he smiled, stood, and hugged me.  Even in my dream things felt wierd as if my brain was trying to say "well, your not alive...but, ok."  He asked me to come into a side room to talk.  I sat in a room (a lady with a child followed and sat in the chair opposite of me, couldn't tell who it was though) as Bishop started drawing on the marker board being very animated about his spiritual lesson he was giving.  Someone told me you can't read in dreams, he wrote an O for obedience from what I recal.  Yet again, my brain was thinking "I thought I can't read in dreams but, I will give it a try."  I didn't even get a chance to tell Bishop about all my problems and worries.  He just knew.  After a bit, the lady and I were walking casually through the gym (child in tow and squirming in her arms) talking about certain things.  Even in my dream I knew I needed to talk to someone.  Who ever she was- I was grateful.  Again, I skip to being back in the hall and seeing stations that had different kinds of cakes.  I stop at the first one which was an oreo cake.  I look up to find Baca muching at a slice.  I wanted to go down the hall for more cake (yea, totally me) but, Baca stopped me and said it was enough.  Shortly after I woke up.  My eyes watered and I cried for a bit missing my old Bishop and thanking him for the message.  Little things like this are important to me.  Interesting enough it pumped me up to be more motivated to take on challenges in life.  We all struggle and feel like we can't ever get past it...but we do.  Thanks Bishop Graham :)