An almost sleepless night. I slept just long enough to have a troubling, but blatantly obvious dream; assuming one's willing to find meaning in random dreams. I dreamed I went to my old church where I used to attend and at one time was very active to the point of burnout . I sat upstairs in the back . The place was very shabby, and poor. I knew no one, but an old couple I knew when they were young. I was sitting with a child. When I left I realized I had dropped my purse. The purses content were spread strategically throughout ... all the places in the church l was once active. The child and I went back to find each item. The purse was where we were sitting but it was empty. We had to find my keys or we couldn't leave. As we searched, I kept spotting friends from long ago. Each of these friends have died in the years since my last visit here. When I looked more closely, each one of these people turned out not to be who I thought they were, instead they were strangers. Eventually, I did find the key and as I left I was warmly welcomed by everyone there, although I was unknown to them they had gathered at the alcove to welcome me. I woke up crying.
Maybe I should return to church.
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