fear / faith in a dream??
both dreams last night took place in strange situations in foreign countries, and both were unsettling. i remember praying for strength in both of them, and i don’t think i’ve ever talked to God in a dream before, so i guess that’s kind of cool.
the first involved lish and i at a hostel or orphanage in india. [because they share many similarities?? ha. i’d say so.] we were in this pool area in which there was one huge lukewarm “hot tub” and we jumped right in to share the culture. but we had just decided the previous day to come to india; it was very raw and we just knew that this was what God wanted. so we went. entirely unsettling and terrifying, but i wasn’t terrified…
the second one that kind of flowed seamlessly with the first took place in my aunt and uncle’s old house but we were in france. my mom, dad, sister, brother, and i were visiting together and staying with jean-pierre- one of my professors in paris- and his family. now jean-pierre is a wonderful, dramatic, flamboyant french man who reeks of b.o. but dresses in tight pants and button-down shirts that allow too many glimpses of his chest hair. i was shocked to see that he had a wife. and then i realized that his wife looked just like the female version of him!!! so i came to the conclusion that jean-pierre was either married to his sister or pretending to be married to his sister.
oh, and the coolest part is that they lived in a historic old house, but had put in the most expensive stereo system. standing around talking made it feel like we were getting our eardrums blasted off and i kind of liked it…
love, lauren
