Let Me In. Better Yet, Don't.

This morning, I had a very interesting dream.

In the dream, I was watching a person back away from me.  The person backed away in fear (good fear; respect; reverence) as far as possible.  The person stopped when they got stopped by the corner of a parked van. Immediately after, I watched myself interact with a group of people. I was 'housed' on one side of the street. The people invited me to be part of something they were doing across the street. I crossed, walked up the long stairs on the side of the bank/hill, and went in. After a while, I rushed back out because they asked me to bring something.  I watched myself rush out the door, back down the hill, across the street, and enter the dwelling space. I came out of the dwelling space with something red in my hand. I crossed the street and climbed the stairs but they were no longer lined up with the entrance onto the veranda of the building. They stood on the veranda insisting that I come and simultaneously ignoring me and carrying on fun, funny conversations with each other. I very easily made my way across the ledge with my hands, having arm strength to hold my whole self up with no problem or fear of losing my grip and dropping down the bank.  It was a 'Come. We want you here so badly, but we're not going to help you get here."  I realized what was going on and woke up. I know the group the people represented, although I'd not met any of them. The building was a nice, old home with a veranda. End of Dream.


Later, as I drove to work, God reminded me of experiences I had while doing data-entry work for a temp company several summers ago. Some companies would choose me and others, but would not give us a key fob to enter the building.  Each day we had to be let in the building. They called for us, wanted us, but made us wait outside the building. Other companies gave key fobs immediately upon our first arrival because they wanted us there to do the work! 

At one point, a couple of companies were just too hintzy about letting us in and out. I decided...

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