my dream last night...
i saw my uncle bobby, who i hadn't seen in probably like 5 years. my uncle bobby really is a sweet guy, i've always liked him a lot. He's funny, he's sharp and he cares a whole lot about his family. Recently my Aunt Rhonda, his wife, was diagnosed with breast cancer; it's been really tough on the family to know how best to support. I'm actually pretty out of the family loop right now and have been for quite some time, though i make my attempts from time with a letter here and there. Last night i was reminded again, as i often am, that i should try harder to contact my family on a more consistent basis. My friend came to the Red Thread/Sunshine SS show here at the house (Gourmet Punx 69 Gay st.) looking obviously disheveled. During the Red Thread set, her sobs were heard well over the band and in consoling her, it was reveled that that morning her Memaw had passed. i too, have a Memaw, a grandmother who is very dear to me. i must write her a letter soon!
So in the dream, i approach my uncle to embrace him. I'm pleased to see him again. But during our embrace, i realize that we are in a church and just behind me, on a table is sitting a collection plate overflowing with money. My uncle begins to talk about the blessings of jesus christ and how he has brought us together again. Praise the lord. I'm disturbed because i'm having old fears from when i was young and i felt like Bobby had been pressuring me to go to Vacation Bible School at Liberty Babtist Church where he has been a member for years and years and years. i decide to try to slip some bills into my pocket while we're hugging, hopefully he won't see. But immediately, he calls me out on it. You're stealing from the church? I'm thinking "Stealing?! The nerve of you! You've just cheated a bunch of people out of this cash!" But i reply, "uh, i was just gonna ask if i could borrow a dollar." and holding out my hand for both of us to see, there's a huge wad of hundreds and on top is a four hundred dollar bill, which he plucks out of my hand and i say "four hundred? i didn't think..." "oh, no" he says, "they're real." and then i wake up.
So in the dream, i approach my uncle to embrace him. I'm pleased to see him again. But during our embrace, i realize that we are in a church and just behind me, on a table is sitting a collection plate overflowing with money. My uncle begins to talk about the blessings of jesus christ and how he has brought us together again. Praise the lord. I'm disturbed because i'm having old fears from when i was young and i felt like Bobby had been pressuring me to go to Vacation Bible School at Liberty Babtist Church where he has been a member for years and years and years. i decide to try to slip some bills into my pocket while we're hugging, hopefully he won't see. But immediately, he calls me out on it. You're stealing from the church? I'm thinking "Stealing?! The nerve of you! You've just cheated a bunch of people out of this cash!" But i reply, "uh, i was just gonna ask if i could borrow a dollar." and holding out my hand for both of us to see, there's a huge wad of hundreds and on top is a four hundred dollar bill, which he plucks out of my hand and i say "four hundred? i didn't think..." "oh, no" he says, "they're real." and then i wake up.