January 10, 2013

       This dream starts off in my deli. This deli didn't look like the deli that I owned in real life. It looked more elegant. My cousin, Angela was working the register. I was at the counter looking for food that I can take with me. Angela was asking me about house church and church in general because she found out that I had brought Stacy, my other cousin, to house church. (Stacy actually did come to house church the day before.) At this moment I felt so happy. It was like I was bringing all my cousins to church and having them understand Christ more. It was a Monday morning. While I was having a conversation with Angela and the people around me I realized I had missed Saturday praise practice and Sunday worship. I ran to church to see if it was true, it was. I became sad and disappointed in my self. Joan also came up to me asking where I was. Then became disappointed in me. For the next, what it seems like a whole day in my dream, I felt depressed and sad that I had missed worship.

Death of a child (Nightmare*)

       It's the middle of the night. I am looking out of my balcony. A garbage truck rolls by collecting garbages. I see my dad working the lever that compresses the trash. Then I see a boy that I know from church. He frolicking right on to the trunk of the truck. When he got on my dad, not noticing the boy, pulled the lever that compresses the garbage. I ran out screaming "stop stop stop!" I desperately look for the red button that would stop the compression. At this moment I was so sad and terrified of the fact that I couldn't stop the impending doom of the boy. Finally, my dad release the lever and the compression claw opened. A detached head fell out and dangled about on the mouth of the trunk.

I woke up with the same feeling I had since I ran out screaming, terrified and sad. I also had fear from an supernatural being. I stayed in my bed covering up. I never had such a horrific dream.