Past Pastor...

Here's a slightly more normal (or at least less psycho) dream.  I figure I need to share more of the less dramatic ones..

Last night I dreamt I was at the church I grew up in. (Let me remind all you faithful readers... that I dream about this church at least once a week!)  I went into the sanctuary to listen to the sermon.  The man giving the sermon used to be the pastor there.. but now he lives in another part of the state.  He was laying out the importance of reaching the college campus.  So of course I was so excited!  I was thinking he was going to encourage everyone to join my support team.  But as the sermon came to a close he announced that the church was going to go through a very difficult complicated process to team up with some ministry in Indiana...it was going to take several months to get it started.  I was really disappointed! Didn't they know they could very easily support me?  right now! here in Alabama??  I was really sad.. so I went to the pastor's office and asked him those things... he was beating around the bush, dodging my questions.. so I looked him in the eye and said "Tell me straight up. Do you plan on ever joining my support team?" ... he looked at me with a straight face and said "No." 

So, I started sobbing (my dream self is so much more emotional than my real self...).  I started telling him how hurt I was over that... This was my home church, for goodness sake! I have other churches who are supportive of me! They should be supportive too! Didn't they know that they meant something to me? Did I not matter to them??

That's all I remember. 

[Side note: United Methodist preachers get moved around every few years... so I had a handful of preachers that could have played that part in my dream...]

But... (cue the twilight zone music)...

I got an e-mail this afternoon that said that THAT very same preacher joined my support team.

what do you think? weird? coincidence? 

til next time!

4 months later...

Its been a long time since i've blogged about my dreams... but its not for lack of material! I've still been dreaming almost every night... mostly silly stuff.. its just so time consuming to type them out in all their bizarre-ness.

But, this morning I woke up determined to write out what I had just dreamed, since they were so heavy. I had two different dreams.

The first one:

I was in a dark room with two other people, a girl and a guy.  The three of us were about to participate in some crazy ungodly practices (like witchcraft or something...). Whatever we were about to do, it was highly illegal, let alone probably satanic/blasphemous.. We were sitting in a circle with a small fire pit in the middle with some contraption made of sticks and rope hanging above and around it. I was VERY unsure and uncomfortable about it to say the least, but the situation was kinda like "we've tried everything else.. this is the next logical option to accomplish our task" and the other two were completely sold on the idea that this was 100% necessary.  Apparently we were trying to make some scientific discovery... Right before they started (by lighting the fire) I felt too uncomfortable and I left.  After some random dream time (included a lap around the outside of a walmart...) I decided to go back and check on them.  They had disappeared, and as I was checking out the room, I got "caught" in the room by authorities, and it looked like I had done the whole thing by myself... this was a HUGE deal because whatever it was they did was like a federal offense... fast forward to some extreme interrogation where I'm hesitant to reveal information about the other 2 people because when I was in on it, we had made a pact not to tell anyone anything about it.  But, since I was innocent I decided that it was ok for me to tell the truth.  There was a very slim chance that my lawyers would be able to get me out of it, but my alibi was going to be useful...

just to fill in some details about the emotional setting of this dream.. I was completely devastated, my life was in ruins.. no one trusted me, not even my family... all while knowing I was 100% innocent.

This was national news.. I was on all the news stations (very similar to the Casey Anthony trial).  I dreamt the entire court process, which took place in a huge arena type place (for several dream hours)... including all the emotions of knowing I could be sentenced to life in prison at any moment.  Everyone thought I was guilty... everyone looked down on me... I had no one.

It was intense... very emotionally draining.

this kinda flowed into the 2nd dream..
I just realized that I would have too much trouble explaining it...  it included a terrorist attack, a futuristic system to protect ourselves..it was so unlike any real thing that exists.  It included different levels of existence.. some for different generations..  yeah.. i can't even begin to describe it.

If this is my brain NOT on drugs... I'd never want to find out what it'd be like on drugs.