This may sound strange to many people but I actually keep a journal for my dreams.  I like to refer back to them occasionally just for curiosity.  Back in July 22, 2007, I wrote the following dream in my journal:

I was heading to my parent’s home somewhere near the mountains.  I was not sure if I was in Vietnam or the US.  I then heard the “Call to Prayer.”  I was following a mountain trial on my motorbike.  I saw a stream and the path then became inclined.  I remember being scared but then another Vietnamese passed another way over a creek.  Another Vietnamese man then helped me walk my motorbike across the creek.

I finally head to a church and heard the “Call to Prayer” again.  I am now in the church and see a Muslim woman praying.  It was strange.  I had thought that it was weird that Muslims would be allowed to pray in this town.

I then woke up.

I remember thinking this dream was odd since I had stop praying for over three years at the time.  I was not even sure if I would ever pray again.  I still have not tried to interpret this dream yet.  Maybe some of you will for me.

All interpretations are welcome…

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