Stealing Back A Donation From A Place Of Worship

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All that I can remember of this dream from last night is that it started late in the afternoon, I was inside a house and my mom told me that Mr. JH had died, and she gave me some money and some of his belongings that she wanted me to take to the male preacher/minister/religious leader of the place of worship (church/mosque/temple) that he attended before he died to donate the money and his belongings to his place of worship.

I left and I went to his place of worship, a small building of an unknown religion that seemed like maybe a combination of Protestant Christianity/Jehovah’s Witnesses/The Nation Of Islam/Islam, and I asked someone if the religious leader was there and this person told me that he was inside so I walked inside the dimly lit building.

The religious leader was a friendly somewhat short and somewhat older man with maybe light brown skin with short hair who was wearing very relaxed summer clothing, he greeted me, and I explained to him why I was there and I gave him the money from my mom and some of the belongings of Mr. JH which were to be donated to this place of worship.

The religious leader thanked me and briefly talked about Mr. JH, the donated belongings, and his religion and some of his experiences at this place of worship et cetera.

At some point I left, later that evening or night most of my brothers and maybe someone else and I drove back to this place of worship because I wanted to get back some of Mr. JH’s belongings that we donated, and so I was going to sneak into the place of worship and steal them back which is not something that I would do and is not like me at all and it makes no sense to me that I would even consider doing something like that.

We drove up to the side of the building, I opened a window and I climbed inside the place of worship and I stole back some of the donated belongings of Mr. JH, and then we slowly drove away looking around trying to make sure that no one saw us.

We saw a man sitting at a wooden picnic table in a small park-like area not far from a house or mobile home, we waved at him trying to not look suspicious, but then I realized that the man recognized us and I barely recognized him as a thinner and less muscular version of my former schoolmate male SW so I drove over to talk with him to not seem suspicious.

I sat at the table talking with my former schoolmate SW trying to act like everything was normal like we were just passing through from somewhere else, and then we were going to leave.

I probably woke up as we were leaving, and it seemed that we were going to get away with.

I still can not remember why I stole those donated belongings of Mr. JH back, that was so shockingly bizarre and confusing and so not like me, and so even I am confused and disappointed by my actions in this dream.

The end,

-John Jr

A Jimmy Swaggart Center In My Parent’s Yard?

Last night I barely remember part of my last dream, which took place in my parent’s yard during the day & night & the next morning, and my parent’s yard was bigger than in real life & it was about the size of a small airport.

Unfortunately I can not remember most of the details of the dream, but I know that the Christian preacher Jimmy Swaggart was in the dream, and he had a center in my parent’s yard; and my family & some followers of his ministry were helping him expand the center.

I think that he had a radio tower in my parent’s yard, a small worship building, a small radio / TV / internet station, a small housing building, a small cafeteria, a small area where a small helicopter and/or small airplane could land, et cetera; but I could be wrong, that is a guess.

My family and some other people were providing mostly physical support through laboring & volunteering, but we also probably provided a bit of financial support, probably.

Mr. Swaggart seemed to make all the decisions and the focus seemed to be on what he wanted, I think but I could be mistaken, and I probably found that to be a bit annoying; and I probably felt that he was trying to expand too fast, and that his ministry was not very democratic, as in the followers not having much of a say about what direction the ministry goes, et cetera, but I could be wrong.

It is hard to guess, since I have forgotten almost all the details of the dream.

I remember patrolling in the yard during the night in the dream, like I was checking out the security & doing guard duty, and I was looking for ways to improve the security of the center for some reason, I think but I could be wrong.

It seemed that Mr. Swaggart had a lot of things that he wanted to do with the center and expanding his ministry, and so us volunteers seemed to be working over-time trying to meet his demands/wants/suggestions.

I was just helping out to help my parent’s mostly and since I had nothing else to do; but I can not remember anything else in the dream except vague memories of some meetings led by Mr. Swaggart, various things that we were working on to improve the center, parts where I was outside thinking to myself & doing security duty, et cetera.

I remember seeing something flying in the sky at night during my security duty, probably a helicopter and/or airplane, but I can not remember if it landed in my parent’s yard or not.

That is all that I can remember really.

The end,

-John Jr 🙂

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