I was in danger. Everyone was in danger. The country was under siege from some nefarious force and it wasn't safe to stay. It was imperative that we all escape. Escape or perish.The country being in danger and everyone who stayed being destined for destruction represents the human condition. The salvation that I heard about was the gospel.
Somehow I heard that if I got to the docks, I could find a way of escape. I don't remember a voice telling me, but then you know how dreams are. I headed for the docks with determination and focus.
When I got to the docks, there were people there ahead of me. The boats that would take us to safety were a ways from the dock. You had to jump into the water and swim out to the boats. When you got to the boat, people would help you in. There were people on the docks keeping order, sort of in charge, making sure that people stayed in line and didn't all go at once? At any rate, they were in charge of the process.
The water was dark and murky. Underwater visibility was probably six feet or so. The distance one had to swim was probably ten or fifteen yards.
A little girl was in line in front of me. She was older but still pre-adolescent, a beautiful girl with big dark eyes and long dark hair.
She jumped into the water as told, but immediately she began to flounder in the water. She obviously could not swim. She was splashing around in terror, plainly in distress.
I waited for one of the people in charge to jump in and help her, but no one came to her aid. I couldn't believe that no one in charge cared whether she made it to safety or not!
Finally she started to sink, and I jumped in to try to save her. The water was too murky and I had waited too long, thinking others besides me would do something. I couldn't find her, though I dove as deep as I could.
As I was coming up for air, I knew. I knew the people on the boat were not going to take me to safety. They were going to make me a slave.
I knew that they didn't care that the little girls were drowning, and they planned to make slaves of all the women who got into their boat.
And then I woke up.
So I headed resolutely to Jesus, embracing the way of salvation.
But when I got near, I saw the fundamentalist/patriarchal/evangelical church that told me about salvation, was actually a fraud.
They don't care if their false doctrine destroys little girls and enslaves women.
I wish my dream had gone on a bit longer. I would like to know if I was able to escape, and if so, did I take any little girls with me? I wonder if I would've dreamed I swam away on my own, or if I would have climbed back up onto the docks to warn the other women. I don't know.
I just woke up knowing the truth about the church I was raised in.
Powerful stuff, truth.