Monday, July 19 2010

Ashleigh and I were at the RUF Summer Conference 2011, on the beach. Many fellow RUFers were playing in the surf with us as a lightning storm gathered along the horizon above the ocean. Eventually people started to take shelter, until a lightning bolt struck the water fairly close to the shore. The bolt sent a skinny jet of water flying toward the beach like a fire hose being turned on. People began to run, fearing the jet of water. Feeling rather adventurous myself, I run toward the stream in an attempt to intercept it from hitting the ground. I make it in time, and get doused; people see that the “lightning spout” wasn’t dangerous in the least.

After that, we all make our way inside in search of different workshops to attend. Ashleigh and I get directions from a round reception table with four or five ladies inside, who tell us that we were separated into different workshops to promote modesty at the event.

I then “woke up” from that part of the dream and found myself in the girls’ bunks, where I had been napping on Ashleigh’s bed (all of this is still at the RUF conference). Ashleigh is having a conversation with Kristy, Melissa and Syneva when I wake up. Excited about the dream I just had, I dig out my dream journal and begin recording things down. Kristy, who is on the outskirts of the conversation, notices I am awake and asks me what I am doing. I reply that I am writing down a dream.

I agree to let her read the dream after I am finished writing it out, and after she reads it, she tells me that some of the people I describe in the dream seem eerily like some of the people she knows in reality–people whom I had never met. We discuss the strangeness of this until we hear Melissa crying. Apparently, she has called Joel (who is still apparently in China) and broken off their engagement.

Before I can find out why, I “wake up” again from another nap–this one in the boys’ bunks. I can see and hear Kevin in the other room watching television in a white wife-beater and blue-and-green swim trunks. I get my computer out with the intention of working on my album. I try to open Logic, but instead a flurry of videos fill the screen–videos documenting all the mistakes I’ve made in my life. Kevin walks into the room, and I consciously change the videos back to Logic Studio. Kevin, however, has already seen the videos, and asks me what they were about. I refuse to tell him, and when he presses further, I become annoyed with the dream and wake myself up (for real this time).

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