I’ve been long known for having very weird and very vivid dreams. It’s a gift, I tell you. A gift. I also generally remember them too. Which might just add to their weirdness or maybe not, I’m not altogether sure. I don’t always remember all the little details but enough to piece it together.

It’s spring here, which it is everywhere but I had to say it’s spring here because it has bearing on what I’m going to say next. And spring here means my year-round allergies are on steroids. I am blessed with allergies 12 months of the year but they are especially bad in the spring and fall. I’m blaming my dream last night on my allergies because it’s my dream, my allergies and quite frankly because I can.

In my dream our church, or most of it, was at a camp. The main part of the camp was set up in a giant letter “I” shape…kind of. There was a few more corridors off the main “trunk” of the “i” but that is the best way I can describe it. You can get almost anywhere in the camp from inside but you can also walk outside to get where you’re going.  Work with me, people, it’s a dream. It’s not supposed to make sense.

I’m wandering around the camp poking my nose in every nook and cranny. I see the room the girls are in and I’m telling myself, or someone else, I’m not sure–that really they shouldn’t be complaining because they were making it better. The bathroom was roughed in for that room so really what were they complaining about? Just because there wasn’t a “real” bathroom there was no reason for long faces.

(Yes, the fact that I was looking and talking about bathrooms is probably significant.)

A friend is looking for her husband and since I had just seen him, I help her look. We walk through rooms full of old, discarded things and he always seems to be just one room ahead of us. I know who he is because he is wearing a red shirt and hat and was easy to see. Easy to see yet always just out of reach.

When we finally have him within our reach we need only to go outside, in the rain, and walk a few steps to enter another building where he is working. As I approach the building a boy I don’t know comes quickly walking towards me muttering and I notice his mouth is bloody.

The next person to approach me is also bloody but not on the mouth. No, this is my child and her hands are bloody. Very bloody. I am about to ask why they are covered in blood when I realize one finger is especially bloody. I am about to ask why their finger is bloody when I look a little more closely at her hand and realize the middle finger is missing. There is merely a jagged stump where the finger used to be.

I say, “What happened to your finger???” Someone answers, “She smashed it.” Only then did I realize she was holding her finger in her other hand.

I was horrified. But my child didn’t care. Looking back I could say she was simply in shock, but she wasn’t screaming or terrified at all, in fact she was taking it all in stride as if smashing your finger off was an every day occurrence.

I had some trouble falling back to sleep after this and in fact I kept waking up seeing my child’s hand with just a jagged stump for a finger.

I’m not an interpreter of dreams at all. I do believe some can have great meaning in our subconscious mind.  This one though is pretty much beyond me.  Except for the searching for a bathroom…yeah that one is pretty easy to interpret. It means “You’d better wake up and get out of bed right now or you’ll live to regret it.”