It was a typical night, nothing out the ordinary, the room conditions were cool since I had the air conditioner on. When I entered into the dream state,  I started to see images of a church. It was an old building, a wooden structure, Inside it was painted white, the paint job looked like it was done years ago. I swear, I saw something similar to this building in the real world. Perhaps one of those old wooden structures with the dirt covering the white paint either at Fort Dix, or Fort Drum.  

What took place here was that there was a congregation of people participating in some sort of religious ceremony. That I was supposed to address the congregation. Yeah, I said my speech, it was a fiery speech. I heard the words I said, yet upon awaking, the words and the nature of the subject became lost.

While making the speech, I had an axe and when I said the words I said, I took the axe and hit the wooden floor with it. Funny how sharp the axe was, it did not penetrate the floor. It just left a black mark. I hit the floor with the axe two more times, before marching out the door.

Perhaps I didn’t hit the floor with enough force so that the axe was able to be embedded in the floor. Maybe it was just meant to create the feeling of shock and awe.

Once I exited the door, I could see that I was putting on some sort of boots. The boots were too big for my feet. So I filled in the gap with objects that resembled candy. You know the small candy, the ones wrapped in colorful wrappers.

There were an assortment of yellow, red, blue, wrapped candy, when I think about it I swear I could taste the butterscotch candy, which were the ones wrapped in the yellow wrapper; and the candy with the soft fill ins, which were the ones wrapped in the red wrapper, and the toffee the one wrapped in the brown wrapper…

Nothing else stood out in this experience, can’t help to ponder if there is some type of significant meaning.

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