The following is an actual dream included in my dream journal, and does not describe actual facts

My mother, in the prime of life, was dressing me for church. I had put on a crisp white shirt, tie, and black pants, but no jacket. Everything felt fresh and clean. I headed for the door of the church, which was connected to the room where we were; my father, also in his prime, was the preacher. Just as I was about to walk through the door, my mother stopped me and told me to change belts, to take off the brown belt which I was wearing and put on a black one. Even though I didn't want to go through the trouble, I took off the brown belt and headed through the door, still putting on the black belt. I could see my mother was correct: the black belt did look much better; but I was worried my father would be upset because I was still dressing in the church.

Many people were in the church; I walked toward some men who were part of a group to which I belonged. The group had been undertaking some special studies so we could become something special. One man in the group opened his hymnal so I could see the hymn which everyone was about to start singing. The singing began and I sang along, reading the first line from the hymnal.

As we sang, I was looking up toward the pulpit where my father was standing. I wasn't looking at him; I was staring behind the pulpit at a mirror or a pane of glass in which I could see my reflection. I was impressed by how good I looked; I wasn't used to dressing up anymore. My white shirt looked particularly dapper. And to top it off, I could look down at the tips of my collar and see little flat silver studs, a very distinctive addition to my attire.

As the singing continued, just as I was beginning to enjoy the hymn, my father suddenly halted the singing. It appeared that only a few people had been singing; something was wrong. I couldn't quite figure out what the problem was, but apparently some people in my group were causing the problem. A member of my group, Camporesi (a friend of my wife Carolina, he anchored a news program on a Dallas television station where Carolina worked) stood up and announced that he was leaving the group. Another man from my group spoke up and began quarrelling with Camporesi. I just couldn't quite figure out what all the fuss was about; but clearly, for whatever reason, the singing was over.

Dream Journal Home Page

Copyright 2011 by luciddreamer2k@gmail.com