Sun, Sept. 15
... The face I see when I sleep?
I had the strangest dream this afternoon while I was taking a nap... it was one of those "naked dreams," you know; the kind where you find yourself naked in front of a group of people, and you're absolutely mortified.
It started out that way, but then, for some reason, I felt incredibly safe. It wasn't a sexual sort of feeling at all; not like all of a sudden I was comfortable in my skin in a sensual way, but it was a feeling of comfort and safety. At that point, I knew I had nothing to be ashamed of, and I knew that everything would be okay. That I could be vulnerable, and I wouldn't be ridiculed or mocked.
It was weird... but the feeling of safety came when one person came into my dream. Before that, I was embarrassed, mortified, and scared, and then, I felt like it was all okay. The details of the rest of the dream are blurry, and it doesn't really even matter, because I think that it just became one of my twisted, warped dreams. The important thing is that safe feeling. It was... unique.
Maybe it was just my overactive imagination dreaming up all kinds of weird things. Maybe it was supposed to be an analogy for God's acceptance of me, just as I am (although why that would include a specific face, I'm not sure). Maybe... who knows. I think I'll chalk it up, for the moment, to cold pizza and sleeping in the middle of the day.
But it was so real.
One year ago today: God has blessed me so much with them, and taught me different things about being friends from each of them. It's so great, because I can minister to them in different ways, and they minister to me in different ways, coming from different life experiences, looking at life from different perspectives, and sharing those with me.
infinite || abyss
posted at 9:00 p.m.
