DANCING DREAM
Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2011 11:01 am
I dreamt that I worked for a religious organization as a clerical worker of some kind. As a part of the orientation I was shown a system of how soft drinks are distributed. While it was free, the system for getting 1 soft drink a day was a little complicated - but I understood.
The place where I worked was hot. The air condition was restricted, and so was ice for some reason. I remember asking for crushed ice and it being such a problem to get some.
So I questioned everything, including why we weren't leaving to go home. It was like the people there were not adhering to the time lines because of fear. I kept watching the clock. Finally, I said it was time to leave and that I was leaving - and broke out in a dance singing "I'm a soldier in the army of the Lord!" Then I took some kids with me to dance and we danced our way out of the building with the others. A friend from a former ministry was there as I was leaving trying to pick me up physically. I guess I wasn't walking up the street fast enough?
I saw a former pastor's from long ago sister and her nieces who I danced with. I told her (relating to my dancing), that the man over the organization whose picture disturbed me. It was an old picture of an old sinister-looking Bart Simpson look on his face, and the picture hung in the midst of the room where we worked. I told her that he should be ok with me dancing since it's a pentecostal organization.
The place where I worked was hot. The air condition was restricted, and so was ice for some reason. I remember asking for crushed ice and it being such a problem to get some.
So I questioned everything, including why we weren't leaving to go home. It was like the people there were not adhering to the time lines because of fear. I kept watching the clock. Finally, I said it was time to leave and that I was leaving - and broke out in a dance singing "I'm a soldier in the army of the Lord!" Then I took some kids with me to dance and we danced our way out of the building with the others. A friend from a former ministry was there as I was leaving trying to pick me up physically. I guess I wasn't walking up the street fast enough?
I saw a former pastor's from long ago sister and her nieces who I danced with. I told her (relating to my dancing), that the man over the organization whose picture disturbed me. It was an old picture of an old sinister-looking Bart Simpson look on his face, and the picture hung in the midst of the room where we worked. I told her that he should be ok with me dancing since it's a pentecostal organization.