Dream Journal - 01/10/05

I'm friends with a couple who seem to be having trouble with their marriage. The husband is somewhat of a mentor to me in my church, and is part of a Men's Bible Study that I'm a part of. He's also a recovering substance abuser.

I dream this husband showed up at my house, drunk. It wasn't my current home, of course, but my childhood home. Trouble is, he wasn't a human - he was a book. A paperback book.

I took care of him during the night, and he - or the book - was still drunk the next morning.

I phoned one of the other members of our Bible Study group, the husband's good friend, to tell him what had happened.

Cut to our group is meeting outside a house, somewhere at the top of a steep driveway. There are four of us, and the husband walks up (as a human now) in some sort of strange costume. I look at him carefully to see if he's simply joking around and has come to ask for our forgiveness but I can tell he's still drunk.

I feel very ashamed and angry at him.