I had kind of a scary dream last night. I dreamed that God wanted us to go live in the inner city and plant a church. It was a really terrible neighborhood. It was so bad that every house we looked at was either a meth house, or someone had been murdered there, or half of it had burned down or was in desparate need of repair. Finally we purchased a house that wasn't too bad for $20,000 and moved in. It didn't need too much work, just some blood scrubbed out of the carpet. It also really needed some bathroom updates--there was no toilet in the restroom. There was one in the livingroom, which was kind of awkward, and a porta-potty that pulled out from under the kitchen counter, but that was it. The other feature of the house that was rather disturbing was a portait of a woman's severed head in the hallway. Apparently, this woman had been asked to run a small errand for a neighbor and hadn't completed the errand in a satsifactory manner, so the neighbor decapitated her. It was her blood that was in the carpet.
The police told us that the best way to stay safe was just to never leave the house. In fact, there were federal agents lining both sides of the street with guns, ready to shoot anyone who caused trouble. While I was taking a walk, I noticed that there was a train coming down the tracks. To my horror, I noticed a big, red truck headed towards the railroad crossing and not slowing down. There was a terrible crash and the truck dissentigrated into the side of the train. Then the truck was another train, and the back end of it derailed and was flying straight towards me. I ran as fast as I could, screaming as loud as I could. I woke myself up, then. I was still saying something over and over in my mind that I can't remember now, but it had to do with Jim and Patsy.
When I went back to sleep, I continued dreaming. Now I was dreaming that Erick wanted Jay to move the car that was parked by the curb to the parking garage. I was really uncomfortable with the idea since Jay is only 14 and doesn't know how to drive, but Erick said he's be fine. I was nervous that he'd run into somebody else's car and they'd kill us. So I went out to watch while Erick gave Jay step-by-step instructions while sitting in the overstuffed leather chair with his computer on his lap. All of the neighbors gathered around to watch Jay try to move this car.
He actually did a fine job moving it, and I was quite relieved. I was so sure he was going to scratch somebody's car. The parking garage was rather unique--it was built like a cart corral. You know the way that you shove shopping carts inside each other to put them away? That was how you parked cars at this parking garage.
Apparently Jay's success in parking the car made all the difference in the community. Little children began coming up to me asking me to unbutton their coats then. We were accepted. We then had hope that maybe we would actually have success at our church plant in the inner city.
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