Dream: Youth Sunday School

Teaching the youth class, as usual, in the TV room.

Noticed one youth (Qing Hai? or Roger?...most likely not Roger) not paying attention and even reading something else during session.

Confronted. Mentioned to him (as if he was challenging the purpose of Sunday School) one major difference in Christianity (he was obviously despising the whole church/christianity deal) is love. His eyes widen, as if amazed or skeptical.

Challenged him that if he could answer my questions during class, he could read other books whenever he likes. He seemed to like the deal (shows that he's still not convinced of the Christian 'way'). And I explained to make sure he knows that his answer must be his own answers, not copied from someone else or asking me to repeat. Or else, he could stay out of the class.

Some how I don't remember what happened later, seemed that I was busy upstairs and then suddenly, I remembered my class (I think I brought Qing Hai out of the class to talk to him ALSO - after talking to him in the class) hasn't done so I hurried back. It was over. Dara told me someone else dismissed them. I could only assumed it was one of the elderly - the ones who always think about food first than anything else in the church.

And I woke up, noticing I had over slept from 6am (could have been the exciting dream that pulled me back to sleep after turning off the alarm) to 6:42am. And messaged Nadia apologizing for failure of morning call at 6am. She had already sent a message at 6:30am telling me she has awaken.

The interesting parts about the dream are:

1. The reaction of the student when I mentioned love and the deal I make with him. Such discovery of pedagogy in the dream and not in real life is some kind of wake up call for me - but what have I been doing in real life to not realize this?

2. Dara told me - someone else has dismissed the class? I think my English is not that good to even say such a phrase...so how is it happening in my dream? Perhaps I think to much in real life that it actually limited my linguistic skill.

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