I had a seminar to go to where I was the speaker. It was a fairly small group.
I remember going back to marietta to my old house. But, I wasnt sure if the seminar was there. I climbed aboard somthing swinging thing like I used to ride when I was a kid. It swung me out over the front of the house. I could step onto the ledge that was on the front, where I used to climb on as a kid. As I did, I grabbed a section, and it came off. I tried to fix it as best I could.
I dont recall anyone living there, but I remember being concerned about my parents being home.
The next thing I know is that I am in my seminar getting ready to speak. I notice that I got dirt an all kinds of junk on my shirt. It was white but now was smudged. I didnt have a change of clothes.
I managed to get a friend, who was there, to give me a one of his shirts. He left eh little building that we were in and went back to his hotel room – I believe that that was what it was. I drove a golf cart or my car or something to follow him. He saw me coming and looked and just shook his head because he was going to get it for me. I didnt need to follow him.
He brought me out this ugly, greenish-brown thing that didnt match, but I put it on anyway.
I had stepped back into my room where I was speaking to get things going. I couldnt find my notes or even remember what the first session covered.
So, I started ad-libbing. I remember that talking about God and Jesus was going to be a sore subject. But, I prefaced the discussion by stating that this is where I landed and ti was fine for others to be whereever they were. I was waiting for power to come to show who God really is.
I got up to go change and told them that the first section was going to be on setting an agenda (since I didnt have one). I gave the mic to one in the crowd to talk about some issue and tinros. When I got back, some lady was rambling on about something. I took the mic back, with my new, unmatched shirt and thanked her.
The dream ended. I woke up.