had the strangest dream last night. I was in the middle of a ransacked area with acidic fluid raining down from bombs. I was able to get to a closet with the kids, and I had a raincoat on. I was hunched over them with the door closed, and I kept trying to keep the collar of the coat up over my neck so that the acid couldn't burn through my skin. The areas it touched were eating away at my flesh, burned horribly, and left just the bare bone exposed. But, I was able to keep them safe.
When I felt that there was enough time to get out of where I was I began to run. I kept thinking, "Where are we going to go? Where would the rest of the survivors go?" I suddenly realized that I would, of course, go to a Church! As I ran I couldn't help but think how strange it was that I would be going to a Church. Stranger still was the realization that, even those people who denounce God and say they don't believe, all seem to end up in a Church when there's a crisis. Be it a horror movie plot, real-life war zones, times when people feel they've lost their way.... All souls seem to end up in some sort of religious setting.
That night I ended up in a black-fenced Church yard with all of the other survivors, and we began planning the rebuilding of our lives. Through it all I kept thinking about the irony of it all. I couldn't get it out of my head, the thought that everyone there was a different religion, all had different beliefs and Truths, yet here we were together. And, we had all come to the same place, a Church, because we knew that we would be safe there...
--- Jenn
