This time it was my pastor… Pastor Young!
He was sick and had a scratchy voice. I was walking around his house and he called me by my name into his room. I walk in and he starts talking to me. I have no clue why, because I don’t really know my pastor like that. I don’t even know if he knows my name. Anyway… he’s talking to me, and then falls backward off a balcony into a large body of water. He seems to be floating on top of the water and after a bit, I figure out that somehow he’s landed on a surf board and he’s just drifting on it.
So strange.
Any Joseph’s out there?
huh? Josephs? 🙂
(I wandered in from Rareflower’s site…hope you don’t mind.)
I’m no Joseph but http://www.dreammoods.com has some interesting interpretations (not Freudian stuff no worries). Try looking up: Falling, Floating, Talk.