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| Going Home Yoby, 38, professional volunteer and writer, Amarillo, Texas Spring 1998
I had a dream that I had left the church to attend a meeting of enlightened people. The meeting hall was all done in black lacquer, and the podium had no speaker. Then one lady in the audience said, "Now let us recite the creed where we state our belief that there is no God." I got very angry, scared and sadd all at the same time, and got up to leave. Some very big men tried to stop me. They asked me where I was going. I told them, "I'm going home to God." A woman reached out and asked me, "How do you know there is a God?" I replied with great confidence, "If you were lost and wanted to go home, would you believe someone who told you that there is no such thing as 'home'?" She said, "Take me with you!" So I grabbed her hand and we ran through all these people trying to stop us with physical force. We ran into the church crying "Help! Help!" The people in the church crowded around to see what was the matter. After talking to us and the men who had followed us into the church, they told the men to leave. The men threatened us with a lawsuit for keeping the woman from fulfilling her religious obligation and threatened the woman with death if she didn't return. But she said, "No matter what you do, I'm not going back."
This was a very powerful and moving dream for me. It left me full of joy, certainty and courage. I've always felt self-conscious about sharing my faith with intelligent people, afraid of their scorn or that knowling look in their eye saying, "We've got another religious fanatic here who doesn't use their brain." These types of comment usually get to me as strong as physical force. But in this dream, I was certain, I knew what I knew and it was unshakeable. And I've always been concerned about stating my faith in some intellectual way, but in the dream it came out very simply, but was o so powerful. It rung in me like a large bell in my chest.
Yoby's Interpretation
When I looked back over the drawings, I was worried because I have no features, I'm just filled with yellow light. I have no arms or legs yet. It tells me that I have come to be filled with God, but haven't yet developed the arms to reach out or the legs to walk further, they are still being formed. But the yellow light inside me matches the yellow light of home. The woman who asks me the question is the only person with form out of the whole group. She is earthy, Knowledgeable, buxom, an earth mother, but she has no hands to work with. But she has arms to reach out. That's the part of me that wants what the spiritual side of me has. I'm taking her with me. It's also like a lot of my friends. I want to take them, too. We all want to go home.
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