Last night I dreamt I was at a huge LDS church regional conference at a nice hotel. Jorge1 was on the podium, at the pulpit speaking and using only scriptures as his text. He didn’t quote anyone else or give any of his own opinions. He was teaching on the theme or subject of following the living prophet. I understood that he was talking about not trusting the arm of flesh as contained in the scriptures. By using the scriptures only, and because of what the scriptures truly teach, he was basically outing himself, that he wasn’t one of them, but truly believed in Jesus. According to their new religion, to them, he was a spiritual threat. Similar to how when Christ read from the scriptures in Nazareth. The leaders actually got up and physically escorted him off the left side of the podium. Another leader turned off the microphone and ended the conference. It was suddenly over. It was confusion. There was no direction. Jorge was escorted off of the podium. As he was coming down, the meeting room became a courtyard or outdoor pavilion. The stairs and floor were cream colored stone. It lost its congregation feeling. It had the potential to be a bright shiny area, but there was a shadow over us. The audience became a disorganized crowd. They were confused and looking at Jorge accusingly. He descended from the podium into the lower ranks of LDS people. He joined myself and MSB and we stood with him. As we were joining him, from my periphery I saw someone bring a home-made freshly baked pizza. The toppings were bell peppers cut to resemble the shape of keys and arranged so that there were several all over the pizza. They were about the size of a typical key. Then the pizza was gone. The disorganized crowd became a mob. My father materialized at the head of the mob very accusingly and said “So you’re with him! You are a part of all this.” The atmosphere of the mob was intense and they intended physical harm towards us. We had to physically escape and flee.

I woke up and stayed upset for a while. It was a scary dream. The physical threat was real. I eventually fell back asleep and was given peaceful and comforting dreams such that it was difficult to remember this one.

It seems like we as a group are being reminded about the miracle/reminder that occurred within our group. We have keys of knowledge, they are real and nourishing. We have been given an opportunity. We can use it or let it pass.

 

Notes

1. Names have been changed.