A Dream

Last night, I had a dream.

It took place in a side-room in the library here at Harding (where I work), but the side-room was connected to the second floor of my old church building, back at home. In there, my old youth minister was giving a presentation with the aim of training me and several faceless, nameless bodies to become better youth ministers.

The method of teaching was simple: two projectors were set back-to-back, in order to DOUBLE the amount of information taught. However, this led to a bit of Tennis Neck as my eyes shot from one side of the room to the other, trying to keep up with the lesson. I voiced my frustrations and physical woes, and my youth minister struck me.