A couple weeks ago I had another dream about my dad.
I dreamt I was with them again, for some reason I had moved back (I didn’t have a baby though). We were all together in the living room and my dad asked me, “Why aren’t you a Christian anymore?”
I said “I still hear all your reasons for everything in my head, but they stopped making sense.”
He reached for his Christian bible, as if he was going to start lecturing me. I stood up and said “I don’t believe that anymore, and I don’t have to listen to you read from it.”
“Alright, you can leave then,” he said, so I packed up my stuff and left.
I think it’s really interesting to see how my dreams have progressed (I haven’t blogged about all of them). At first all I could do was walk away from my parents when they were lecturing or yelling at me (and even that was a feat), but now I actually stand up to them without fear. I think it’s ossim.