I had a weird dream last night. I think it was just a extension of my fears.
Basically in the dream, I was with some friends in a church and we were waiting for the arrival of Jesus. In my dream, I was actually near His birthplace. Only there was a king who wasn’t going to allow me to see the baby. In fact this king didn’t even want me in the church. At the end of the dream, he was actually pursuing me, chasing me to get out of the church.
I think this is one of my fears. As I continue to climb out from behind the sweaters, jackets and clothing from the “safety” of my closet, I fear rejection. It’s very apparent. I get so insulted by the way some of my friends/family/coo-workers talk about issues like gay marriage or even homosexuality. Sometimes it shoves me backwards, other times I get so angry at their lack of compassion for other people’s feelings.
When I woke up from the dream, I was in rather sweaty. In the dream being chased by an angry king who wanted me thrown from the church was scary. I called Andrew to tell him about the dream. He laughed and made me realize that it was just a dream. He even guessed how it ended…me jumping from a window into the open sea. Wow–we are connected somehow.
But I don’t put much stock in dreams…for the most part I rarely remember them. This one just disturbed me.
I’ve got to run. I’m having lunch with my new friend Adam. He is trying to convince me to go to this club with his buddies. I told him I don’t dance. He said I don’t have to dance, but to just hang out. We’ll see…I’ll let you know.