Last night I dreamt, among other things, that it was father's day and that my dad wanted for me to go with him out to some spectacular event in the desert. We began walking across the desert. We came to a big hill of sand that had half-turned to sloshy mud. I tried hiking up the mud path, but kept slipping. Eventually I was crawling instead of walking. Each time I felt I was progressing I would sink again. Soon, streams of water were intermittently pouring down the side of the hill; whenever the water would gush I would slip back farther. I began to feel it was hopeless. I asked my dad how much farther it was, "Is it just over the hill, or what?" Water was pouring down the hill more steadily. The sky grew dark. I wanted to turn back. "Lets go, dad". My dad seemed weak and hurt by my saying it. Just behind the hill now I could see and hear raging waves coming towards us, billowing over the hill, as if from the giving of a dam. My dad was crying, and said "don't you want to be with me?" I said "of course dad, but I can't make it..." then the waves crashed onto us, and we slid away in painful swirls of water and sand.
I woke up immediately and thought whether this was a dream "about" "religious anxiety".
