I was working with the youth and other members of a church in an old house. It was in pretty bad shape and I noticed a large crack in the ceiling.
The minister, was taking a break and I started a conversation with him. I said that I had been troubled lately, that the church seemed to be taking a sharp “left turn.” He was taken aback, but said, “Well that’s a part of our 5 year plan. They should have gone over that with you in the new member orientation class.” I said, “I must have missed that class.”
Then I looked up again at the crack and it had grown. The house appeared to be splitting. I felt a sense of anguish, knowing that there was nothing I could do to stop the divide. As I looked around, many people had left and only a remnant still worked on the house. I looked out a window and saw a man and his children in a BMW leaving. They all looked back in at me with a hateful look as if I had ruined their party…
Then, I awoke.