Dream of:08 June 1983 "Heathen"
I was standing in the left corner in the front of an auditorium, similar to a classroom. Another fellow was standing on my left, and Julie (a fellow law student at Baylor Law School), was standing on my right. Julie was quite friendly and had even laid her arm on mine. I felt close to her. As we talked about people dating and getting close to each other, I thought she was a Christian and I knew I wasn't a Christian. I told her it wouldn't be a good idea for someone who was a Christian to date someone who wasn't a Christian. I said, "It just causes complications later on because the people won't change their beliefs."
I stuck out my lower teeth and showed my incisors like a vampire or werewolf in an attempt to demonstrate how different people could be. I was trying to portray the image she would have of me if she were a good Christian and I was a heathen.
I was hot and perspiring profusely, which seemed to bother Julie. When I laid my hands on the stage, I noticed I had left water drops there. I didn't know what to do about it.
In front of us was a stage from which my law school professor Dawson was conducting a class. It was about 3:30 p.m. and he had decided to keep us overtime, which made me angry. When he finally walked out of the room, I stood up on the stage. I thought I would act out something or maybe even sing, but instead I just walked around like a fool, until people began laughing. Realizing the people were watching me, I felt silly and I walked out of the room.
I tried to think what I could do. I thought I could get out my dreams and begin working on them and arranging them. I knew I had my dreams in a yellow notebook. I also had copies of the dreams in a red notebook upstairs. I could work on the copies in the red notebook, and if I made any changes, I could transfer them later to the yellow notebook.
After walking up two flights of stairs, I realized that the rooms were different from what I had expected and that I wasn't where I thought I would be. People were all around. I became frightened and thought I should go back downstairs. But something happened and I fell over. It also seemed as if someone were chasing me. I began thinking I could just fly out of there. I thought that I had small rockets attached to my legs close to my heels and that if I used my will, I could use those rockets to fly. When I began using my will, the rockets worked and I began flying away, but I wasn't very good, and I simply flew back and forth in a big, empty hallway. I continued because I knew if I stopped I wouldn't be able to start again. I continued trying to understand how to use my will to control the rockets.
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