I had a dream last night:
I was invited to be a keynote speaker at a conference at a church in St. Cloud where I used to work. The conference was run by a writer friend who has been an encouragement to me. Just before I got up to speak, I looked at my notes and realized they were just a few pieces of paper with scribbling on them not related to the speech. I was dumfounded. I didn’t know what to say. I asked the director if I could have five minutes to regroup and come up with something to say. She said, “Fine.”
I went off to find a bible hoping that would give me inspiration. I found one but when I went to return to the conference room, I turned the wrong way and got totally lost. Seeking help, I got into a car that was also going the wrong way. Another passenger in the car assured me that the driver would get her bearings and get me back. I did get back but I was half an hour delayed and the director had sent the crowd away to take a break.
When they came back, many had left. As I began to speak, teenagers came running through the room from the church’s youth room, laughing and being noisy. I gave up on the idea of speaking but the director asked me to try again. I decided, rather than give some theological treatise (or whatever I had decided to do), I would just tell a little bit of my own life story. By then there were only a few people left. As soon as I started to speak again, rock music came over the loud speaker and the participants began to dance.
I couldn’t find the director. She had gone to take a nap but I didn’t know which room she was in. So I decided to just leave. I started to walk out and everyone just kept dancing.
Anybody out there know how to interpret dreams? The guy with the multicolored coat, perhaps?