Last night I actually got a full 7ish hours of uninterupted sleep. That never happens. Because my wonderful husband loves me, he went off to snore in another room and my little son stayed in his bed all night long. This perfect night should have resulted in utter peace and tranquility, but instead it resulted in a really strange dream.
I found myself on a large stage in front of about 5000 people. I was wearing a very tight black leotard and posed so that my spandex-clad booty was pointed out at the audience. Apparently, I was supposed to take part in a dance with my cell group girls from church, but I didn't know the dance and I didn't know what was going on, and I didn't know why I was dressed up like a burnt sausage. Our pastor was going to be interpretting our dance over the microphone, but he noticed my strange posterior posture and said, "Jody, why are you doing that?" I didn't move, but I said, "Morgan (my cell group leader) made me do it." Then Joy, one of the other girls from cell said, "Oh, I don't think you can blame that on Morgan." Suddenly, the music began and I was supposed to dance, but I didn't know what to do, so I began to spin around slowly with my arms out while Pastor Scott read strange statics like, "13% of Christians pray about what kind of toilet paper to buy." And "11% percent of Christians pray about their bathroom habits." And then fortunately, I woke up.
I've been wondering all day if this dream has any deep spiritual meaning.... hmm...
1 comment:
did you have to go to the bathroom when you woke up?
that's a funny dream!
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