Dream Journal
I walked out of my bedroom, down the hall, and stepped into a large group of religious people. I pretended to be saved and grabbed my dad’s hand to bring him up front with me so I could be baptized.
I wore a white bra underneath a white top, and knew that I couldn’t be baptized in a white t-shirt: I needed a different top.
I went back to my bedroom to change and found Briar lounging in bed, reading a book propped up against a ton of pillows. The bed was decorated very richly, and a servant was painting her top white blanket a very light and silvery blue with a small paintbrush.
I couldn’t find anything to wear. Marty offered me his burgundy choir robe. I put it on and lined up with the others getting baptized.
We had to jump into the baptismal and play dead before getting out. Floating on our stomachs with our arms out for a few seconds symbolizes Christ’s death for us.
Themes: Dad