PROPHETIC DREAM OF THE LADDER...

Dream: "My Church" and "The Ladder" Mar. 3, 2015 2:16PM

I had a dream. I was in my Church Sunday morning getting ready to preach my sermon “Gay.” For some reason, everyone got there early, and I was not ready. Interestingly enough, everyone in the Church was African–so you know the music was going to be good. I had an assistant. She was about 16 years old, and I asked her if she could just open the Bible and non-aggressively speak about a subject to keep the congregation occupied until I could get fully clothed. So, I went upstairs and to get dressed and my assistant came back upstairs right away in tears saying that they were mocking her and treating her unchristian-like. I was horrified. I immediately went back down to the standing room only main Church with only my pants on, except the Church had turned into one of the Mega-Churches, and they had started without me. So, I went the the microphone, of which there were many. 

They were also attached to a bunch of lighting too high to reach. I was trying to address them, but the feedback from all the microphones was too much for me to cope with. I lowered one of the mic’s and managed to speak to them. I asked them if they still wanted me to preach. By this time, I was completely naked! The still black lesser concentrated audience said “yes!” I began to head back upstairs to get dressed after telling them I would be about 15 shouted…”What’s your name?” I replied “Pastor Stone… Pastor Vincent Stone.” She then proceeded to call me “Vincent.” I didn't like that, but I told her “Fine.” 

As I and my naked self were heading upstairs to get dressed, I had to pass through a pocket of yellow jacket type swarming insects–though they were much larger than yellow jackets, the were still menacing. I said back to the woman “You have quite an insect problem here!” and she replied back, “I know, but they're not so bad.” Not so bad? It was was a regular Japanese horror movie waiting to happen! Uhhh… I then realized that I had forgotten my sermon at what was now my other Church. You see, now I had become a guest speaker in my own Church, and my own Church wasn't my Church anymore! And, that it had less than savory language in it anyway, and that these niggers aren't going to want to hear about the subject of “Gay,” anyway. I had to do something, because I was in over my head, and that strange huge Church of black niggers were still waiting on my sermon! I headed up the stairs not knowing what to do, but I knew I was freshly-newborn naked, and I would start by putting some clothes on, first of all. Then I woke up.