from whence you came

I dreamed I was at some sort of show or dinner high up in a building and many people were gathered there, young adults dressed in black and white with black ties and white shirts. Most people were seated around tables, as though there was a dinner going on.

One of the youths stood up, brandished a sword and grinned.

 I sensed trouble.

He yelled, “and now it’s time for my magic show!” Before the guy next to him had time to respond, his right forearm had gotten cut off by a thwack of the sword. “And the next bit!” thwack! The sword came down and took off the poor dude’s other arm. He then proceeded to come around the table and drive the blade of the sword through the gut of my wife (she seemed a bit surprised by the incident but not injured.)

Well, by this point I’d had enough of this so-called “magic show” so I slapped him hard. He let go of the sword, let loose his fists which I simply bypassed, then I picked him up and shoulder pressed him above my head and carried him toward the windows of the high-rise. I was fixing to heave the bastard through the plate-glass and send him plunging to his demise 100 stories below.

All eyes were fixed on me.

Alas—I stopped and looked up at the guy—who was more of a kid than a man. He looked sad and scared.

“You know what? I’m going to ask you a question, and it’s this: what do you think about getting with Jesus? Don’t you think that sounds like a better option than..(I nodded over to the window).

He began to weep. I set him down. That is how the dream ended.