Dream of: 15 August 1992 (2) "A Meal At Church"
spiritual heritage is nurturing
As I was riding with some people in a car along Coles Boulevard in Portsmouth, Ohio, I was surprised to see Truman (a Texas attorney) and a woman standing by a colorful stand on the right sight of the road.
I subsequently found myself standing outside my father's Gay Street House in Portsmouth. I was seriously thinking of taking the bar exam in Ohio and being licensed to practice law there. I might take the exam every time it was given until I passed. I could take the exam courses which were regularly given so I could learn the Ohio laws which I needed. Then I could practice in both Ohio and Texas.
I might also start investing in real estate. I would like to know as much as possible about real estate law, and buy some real estate for myself. I would probably need to get my credit report in shape, because I would need to borrow some money from a bank if I really wanted to buy several pieces of property. I might buy in both Texas and Ohio. I might even live in the Gay Street House. I knew that my father, who even at the moment seemed to be in the House, had a spare room upstairs where I could live. I was sure he would like for me to be there.
I ended up in a park across the street from the House and I noticed two girls (both about 20 years old) sitting at a table. One looked like my sister. I walked over, sat down next to the one who wasn't my sister and talked with them. It seemed as if I used to know the girl when she had been much younger. Now she was an attractive adult. She was wearing a dress and I was wearing shorts. I wondered what she would do if I let my bare leg touch hers. Before I had a chance to touch her leg, however, she leaned back and rested her head and back on my chest. Having her so close to me felt quite pleasant. She reposed a few minutes, then rose and walked away. I wanted to know more about her.
Turning around, I found my maternal grandfather, Liston (1897-1966), sitting next to me. He told me the girl had recently decided she wanted to be a lawyer. I thought I had probably had some influence on her decision.
I talked more with my grandfather, and gradually we found ourselves on the ground lying next to each other. I put my arms around him and hugged him tightly. He had always been my favorite grandparent and I hadn't seen him in such a long time. I remembered my only remaining living grandparent was my paternal grandmother Mabel whom I also had not see in a long time.
My grandfather and I talked about my idea of buying real estate. He suggested I might give my father some money to invest for me. That didn't seem like a bad idea to me since I thought I could trust my father with my money.
I could see my father standing on the street not far from us. I rose and walked over to him. He was standing in front of a large church which loomed behind him. We talked for a moment and then someone suggested we go eat with some people from the church. Next to my father was a sign inside a wooden box with a glass front. The sign had white letters which could be placed on a black cloth background. The letters gave the times of services and events for the church members. Someone suggested putting the time for a meal that day and then having all the church members go.
Apparently my father was pastor of the church. I asked how many people would attend the meal and I was told perhaps 100. That seemed like a lot to me.
Dream Commentary of June 28, 2015
More and more - for me - publishing a dream reminds me of going to church.
The preceding is an actual dream included in my dream journal, and does not describe actual facts
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