I was in some large building, wandering down long corridors and climbing stairways. I was in a hurry to get somewhere. At some point, I met some of the friends I made in Mexico City last February. One of them, a gay man who was recently baptized into the LDS Church, handed me a book. It was a very important book. It has a smooth, hard, black cover that was shiny. The book looked almost translucent, like there was light inside of it. I knew there were important instructions in it for me. But I didn't have time to read it, as it was urgent for me to get out of this large building and get to my appointment.*****
I believe this was actually part of a longer dream, but this is the only part I was able to remember.
The setting of the dream was, like the last dream I shared, essentially subterranean. Dark long corridors, winding stairs. To me, that's the nature of the world we live in.
The book handed to me by my friend seems to me to be a symbol of faith. Sacred texts are a symbol of faith in many religions, certainly in mine. Some other details in the dream reinforce this. The book was handed to me by someone who recently chose to be baptized; in other words, someone who has embraced faith. The book was dark/black on the outside, but it was also translucent, and light was shining from it. Faith is like this. Faith is like light in darkness. It requires us to pass through darkness in order to follow the light.
In my dream I perceived this book as containing instructions that were urgent for me. A call to exercise faith in some way in my life.
What is significant to me is the way in which this call to faith was received: as a gift from a friend.
