and it was my church, but it wasn’t our building. Well, it was in the dream, but it was a much bigger building (more like the one down at the campground) than the one we have right now. It was also crowded, but it was still so that we could feel comfortable leaving purses and Bibles in our seats. The row I normally sat on was way too crowded, so when I got there, I picked up my things and went to a less crowded row a couple of rows back. A few minutes later, my pastor’s wife followed me in doing the same thing, but it was because she’d wanted to sit with me, not from claustrophobia.
Then church was over in the next scene, and we were having some type of dinner. I was sitting across from D (who has become a friend since her family started coming a few months ago – I’m as comfortable with her as I am people I’ve known for years.), and she was asking me when I was leaving. I explained to her that I’d kinda be in and out of the office this week, kinda giving my replacement a safety net with me close by if needed, and she nodded about that being a good idea. Then I told her I was leaving after that. Then I realized my dad – for whom this is a sore subject (both in dream and reality) was sitting beside me.
This was a much better dream than the one I had while we were starting the church. It was before I’d been able to see the building we would be in (the one we’re still in) and at a time when I knew nothing about the building except the town it was in. It was an old community house in the dream (one reason the dream spooked me so much – I found out a few days later that the building we got really IS an old community house), although bigger than the one we got. It was also crowded, which would have been great if the people taking part in the service had believed the way we do – it was obvious that the church had become charismatic instead of holiness at some point. That’s one dream I’m thankful proved to be false.