Well, we have a few minutes before we leave the hotel for the Roman Theater and Dead Sea, so I'll try to squeeze out a dream.
I was at church and Darnisha (worship leader) had me stand up to tell about my trip. I stood up in the front row and the words I said, as I remembered the sites (which we haven't even seen yet) were, "It was like a fairytale."
After that I walked with Neva (another pastor who deals with hospital visits and calls and hospitality stuff) over to an area of bagged food for the homeless. We looked at it all and I picked up something with my dad and walked behind a crowd.
My dad went to get the car and I followed the crowd all with arms full of stuff. With me, was my sister and Guy (an old friend from HS). We arrived at a hill and started to climb.
Soon the hill was a cliff (still with grass though). We no longer had anything in our hands and the cliff was getting so steep that it was angling towards us. Right near the top I started hanging off the side of the cliff. I was pleading with Guy to help me. "Guy, Guy, please help. I can't pull myself up. Please help, ....Guy, Guy..."
He pointed out a bar to me that was about 3 feet away from the cliff. I didn't want to go away from the cliff.
Finally he pulled himself into a window, as did my sister, and they started to help me.
The window had a glass that tilted on it's middle so that you could go in the top or the bottom. I came through the top. I was in my night shirt with nothing else on. I was upset that I didn't have on bottoms.
But I got in the window safely.
That was the end.
It was very interesting that I already had images of my trip in my mind when I was telling church about it.
I also found the cliff very intriguing. Perhaps something will make sense later.
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