Author: Ryan Hutzel
Coming to awareness in the mist of a very harsh and bitter argument face to face with a familiar pastor in an office, the only content I know is the closing comments and statement. He said, “I am not subject to this, I will not comply!” I then stated autonomously, “You have chosen your own judgment, and whether you feel you are subject or not, judgement is coming to you and your house!” I then walked swiftly out of his door, shut it firmly behind me. I was so angry, furious with the pride and arrogance he displayed, it felt like the emotions where greater than me, however. I walked a distance away from the office to what appeared to be a brass banister with glass plates likened to one may see in a second story of a mall looking down to the first story. The building was vast, it was two stories and rectangular. There were trees and other greenery that I could see from below, for the second floor was higher than the top of trees. Still feeling the need to calm down, I turned to my right and began walking on the marble flooring. I took a left when I came to the end of the building, eventually to what appeared to be living or residential spaces. A couple of male figures saw me, recognized me and asked, “Are you okay, Ryan?” I did not know them, but appreciated their love and concern, then replied, “Yes, I am just trying to blow off some steam with some current events.”
It occurred to me, in my mind that I needed to make way downstairs to find someone to discuss this with, for a reason not rationally known, I knew I needed to find a certain pastor friend to talk about this matter. After walking down a large set of stairs to the first floor, now under the trees and walking on what appeared to be payment you would see in a garden. I walked across the garden area, passing people, passing under trees, and in a pass of time, I found this pastor friend sitting casually under a tree holding a book that he was reading. I noticed that the air was much different down here, it seemed pure, clean, relaxing. He saw me coming, laid his book down, and said “How are you today, Ryan?” My anger turned from fuming to just sorrowfully upset. I was couldn’t speak. He told me to sit down, and he put his right hand on my left shoulder, then said, “Take a breath, slow down, and tell me what happened.” So, I told him of the event with the pastor on the second floor. He then said, “Know this, all things have a season, and seasons pass, this too will pass and sadly so will the judgement that is coming.” In this statement, I felt relief, it hurt so much that someone would not listen to understand they have an escape from such harsh things, yet they choose to remain in the pride of life. The dream ended with this pastor friend’s hand on my shoulder and I smiling back in relief of knowing somehow, all is as it is meant to be.