Jan 2, 2006. This morning's dream had me walking down a country road with Mom and Dad. The setting resembled a road in Makanda that makes a sharp curve before descending steeply downhill. On the outside of this elbow is a small frame building that houses a Baptist church. On the inside of the elbow, across the road is a cemetery. The dreamscape was very similar.

Dad was tiring and wanted to stop in the church to rest, so we did. The church in the dream, however, was a Methodist church. On the inside, it appeared to be designed like an ampitheatre, overlooking a lake. The glass wall behind the pulpit offered a panoramic view of the sun setting over the water. The sunset was colorful and changing as the sun eased below the horizon. (Photo from Sample Pictures on Windows)

Several people in the church were walking around blocking my view of the peaceful scene, so I moved several times trying to get an unobstructed view. They were totally oblivious to the drama of the masterpiece being painted by the Master Artist, busy instead with all the preparation for an evening service. I was annoyed and saddened that they had assembled in this place to worship and were not attuned to the beautiful work God was doing right in front of them. I woke up feeling very agitated.