Camping out with Deacons
Posted: Mon Jan 14, 2008 4:12 am
My husband had this dream last night, he normally doesn't remember dreaming due to back pain and lack of sleep. He took a half of a sleeping pill. He is a deacon at our church.
I went camping with some other deacons from church, one of my friends who wasn’t a deacon was with us (he doesn’t attend church). My friend who wasn’t a deacon left that night and didn’t come back (he is like that irl) While camping I cut the bottom of my right foot and it hurt badly, one of the deacons named Jerry sewed up my foot. Someone was saying that they probably wouldn’t be able to handle the pain like I did. (irl-I have back pain and someone has actually said this to me before)
Later that night I went to my campsite alone and they camped at another campsite that was a good distance away through a big block of woods. I was without a fire, tent or anything other than a pistol. I felt kind of secluded. Late that night I was cold, afraid and alone. I couldn’t get around good like them. I felt scared that there were wolves out there. I shined a flashlight in the woods and saw several sets of eyes but didn’t know what they were. I tried to get up to gather wood for a fire but couldn’t walk because of my injured foot. I began to bang two large pans (more like washtubs) together. I went back to where I would sleep and pulled a big bundle of thorn bushes (briars) over me. When it started to get light and the guys apparently came to check on me after hearing the noise. One of the guys wanted my pistol so I traded with him. I think all of the deacons had a pistol. We walked through the woods for awhile and got in small john boats, floating down a small stream. We came to an area that I was familiar with (irl) property behind my friend’s grandmother’s house (the friend who was with us the night before) It was an area that use to be all grown up with undergrowth but in the dream it was as if we were walking in a yard (grass) with medium size trees that had no low-lying limbs.
Scene changes: I was on a road in front of an old house (made of brown boards) and it was raining. I look up on the porch and there is an old black man talking to a middle aged white woman who was dressed nicely. I recognized this woman as my attorney (she is not my attorney irl) I immediately know to ignore her because I can’t be seen talking to her, but I don’t know why. I make eye contact with her as I walk by and go into the house.
Scene changes: I am inside the house but it appears to be a bar, a guy rides a three wheel motorcycle into the bar. There seems to be some kind of contest happening, it was odd looking back, at the time it didn’t seem so. I walked out of the room and ran into my attorney and I had a private conversation with her but do not remember what we talked about. As I walked through the house there were some old black men and women that I spoke to and I walked into a living room in the back with a large window where I could see the back yard (where we came up on the boats before). I sat down in that room and had polite conversation with an old black man and woman. I do not know what we talked about but I remember it made me feel good. Cannot remember any other details.The End.
I went camping with some other deacons from church, one of my friends who wasn’t a deacon was with us (he doesn’t attend church). My friend who wasn’t a deacon left that night and didn’t come back (he is like that irl) While camping I cut the bottom of my right foot and it hurt badly, one of the deacons named Jerry sewed up my foot. Someone was saying that they probably wouldn’t be able to handle the pain like I did. (irl-I have back pain and someone has actually said this to me before)
Later that night I went to my campsite alone and they camped at another campsite that was a good distance away through a big block of woods. I was without a fire, tent or anything other than a pistol. I felt kind of secluded. Late that night I was cold, afraid and alone. I couldn’t get around good like them. I felt scared that there were wolves out there. I shined a flashlight in the woods and saw several sets of eyes but didn’t know what they were. I tried to get up to gather wood for a fire but couldn’t walk because of my injured foot. I began to bang two large pans (more like washtubs) together. I went back to where I would sleep and pulled a big bundle of thorn bushes (briars) over me. When it started to get light and the guys apparently came to check on me after hearing the noise. One of the guys wanted my pistol so I traded with him. I think all of the deacons had a pistol. We walked through the woods for awhile and got in small john boats, floating down a small stream. We came to an area that I was familiar with (irl) property behind my friend’s grandmother’s house (the friend who was with us the night before) It was an area that use to be all grown up with undergrowth but in the dream it was as if we were walking in a yard (grass) with medium size trees that had no low-lying limbs.
Scene changes: I was on a road in front of an old house (made of brown boards) and it was raining. I look up on the porch and there is an old black man talking to a middle aged white woman who was dressed nicely. I recognized this woman as my attorney (she is not my attorney irl) I immediately know to ignore her because I can’t be seen talking to her, but I don’t know why. I make eye contact with her as I walk by and go into the house.
Scene changes: I am inside the house but it appears to be a bar, a guy rides a three wheel motorcycle into the bar. There seems to be some kind of contest happening, it was odd looking back, at the time it didn’t seem so. I walked out of the room and ran into my attorney and I had a private conversation with her but do not remember what we talked about. As I walked through the house there were some old black men and women that I spoke to and I walked into a living room in the back with a large window where I could see the back yard (where we came up on the boats before). I sat down in that room and had polite conversation with an old black man and woman. I do not know what we talked about but I remember it made me feel good. Cannot remember any other details.The End.