Thursday, February 10, 2011

February 9/10

I was at IUMC at some sort of reunion for my old youth group.  I was in the kitchen washing dishes with Ashlee, a friend from college-not from youth.  I went to use the restroom but it was being completely remodeled so I had to go down stairs.  The downstairs bathroom had been completely remodeled and now was a very luxurious room with bathtubs.  In dream world, there was a door to a closet in the church where we all had left our hand prints and names.  When we looked for the door, we thought they had painted over it and we were really upset. Then we realized they had just covered it with paper and you could easily peal it back and see what we had left there several years ago.  My hand print was red and green and had my name and my ex-boyfriend's name, as if we had had only one hand print.  He was there, and we both looked at it and recognized how naive we had been.

Next, I was dreaming I was at Montevallo, and attending a formal celebration- celebrating montevallo in general and graduation.  We were all sitting in white folding chairs in rows.  Behind me there were all the bus drivers for Montevallo (we all know in real life there are no such thing..) there were dozens of them.  They were talking about how they had really seen a change at montevallo for the better over the last couple of years.  The details they were describing implied there had been a spiritual movement in the culture of montevallo, and how much more of a joy it was to work with the students there.  I was overwhelmed with excitement for the ripple effect that was happening from the lives of students being impacted by Christ, to the faculty, and to the southeast!
Then there was a speech from some head honcho, who was talking about renovating fuller, and he announced that Main would also be renovated! The crowd cheered! 
All the graduates lined up, preparing to go graduate(that included me).  Apparently we had to wait in line to take one final graduation test. It was going to be ten questions.  I was in line next to a friend who used to go to montevallo but transferred a couple years ago.  Everyone around us was nervous that they may fail this last test, but we had a defiant attitude. There was no way we were going to let them not graduate us over a 10 question test, when we had spent 4 years passing classes.  Then the dream kind of just ended.

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