Last night I dreamt that I went to a revival meeting at my old parish with some neighbors. There was singing as we praised Jesus. There were many people giving witness talks about their experiences with Jesus. I turned around and there was my dad with some other neighbors. After three hours of this revival/praise meeting, I took my dad to the mall where we ran into my godfather. Then I took my dad home.
My impression of this dream was how happy I felt at this revival and how happy I felt afterwards. But now that I am awake, I am fraught with real life worries. I wish I could go back into my dream.