I was at a park like setting, and lots of people were gathering for an event that I could describe as a wedding. Then a woman arrived who was the center of everyone’s attention, flanked on both sides by female attendants. She was very pale in complexion, had chest length curly hair that seemed too thin despite looking no more than a teen in years. This woman, Tyra, was recognized energetically by everyone at this wedding as some kind of saint, as one who intimately knows God, but she wasn’t dressed as the traditional one to be betrothed, so I was confused at the blending of energies. As Tyra passed where I was standing, she made a prayer in my presence, and I could see that even her lips looked pale and she had an irregular shaped mark on her chin, just below the right side of her mouth, that had scabbed around.

Tyra’s prayer was: “Dear Father, please show me an unopposable, undeniable sign of your presence.” Then Tyra, all of her attendants approached this building that had two main structures. The main building was two storied and on the upper level it seemed her earthly father was waiting for her. All of the guests at this “wedding” waited outside while she spoke to her father. The question she asked her father was what to do with me. The two available options were: “Make him like a pinkney drink or like a midnight spritzer.” The Pinkney to me felt like a daylight option, one that is public and celebrated, and the energy was such that this was Tyra’s preference, what she was advocating for to her father’s family dynamic. However, her father’s preference, and final decision, was the midnight spritzer, a subdued, mysterious, and secret ritual that is not in the public eye.

The second structure at this park was a very simple two-storied tower on the front lawn that reminded me of something that could be a stage prop in the story of Rapunzel. In the presence of all these people, and in the presence of Tyra’s father who somehow viewed from his station, she took me up the spiraling stairs of this tower. We were up there for about 5 seconds, literally, and I really don’t know what the ritual was that took place, other than perhaps she offered me a drink of this “midnight spritzer.”

Then my dream shifted. I was in high school again, on a basketball court as I so often am in my dreams. I could perceive that I was in a school that I have never been to before, I was a new student, having switched schools for my senior year. I led my team to defeat the team I was playing, and toward the end of the game, things started to heat up: An asian kid who was large but insecure pushed another of his friends into me as I approaching the basket. In response I took two steps back, passed the ball to the ungaurded man he left open, and my teammate sunk the winning shot from the baseline. Then, the official day of school began and at the door I was approached and stopped by two teachers, who “heard about my little skirmish on the basketball court.” One of them was against me saying, “I knew you were a bad seed, you were the cause of this, I knew you shouldn’t have come here.”

I found myself calling a meeting, then, and a large round table of 20 teachers and administrators were present where I was allowed to explain what happened. My conclusion was: “I still think I can be friends with that Asian kid. He is just insecure but I sure I will win him over at some point.”

An atmosphere of disclosing all, of overcoming all obstacles, even the dirty ones, then being able to befriend the enemies on the ground (the court) and in the air (the judgmental teacher) to me represented the energy that I was looking for: An unopposable and undeniable sign of the presence of God in my life.