I just had a weird-as dream the other night. I was at this place like a beach and there was this high stone cliff with steps cut into the side...real Tolkien-type stuff. So up I go, and I find myself in this place that looks like a men's gym changing room. I'm sitting there and I see this red-haired guy - like, bright orange hair but shaved to stubble - who's being interviewed by some other dude.
He's talking about how he became so successful or something, and then he mentions he moved in with his partner. I don't know how I figured this out, but the following truths suddenly hit me: the guy was gay; he was kicked out of home for being gay; he was actually my older brother that I had never met because it was my parents that kicked him out.
So I go up to him and confess everything. Then I hug him and burst into floods of tears, apologising on behalf of my family, and I can feel his pain and sense of rejection that he's lived with for decades, and I'm praying inside he doesn't hate me for being loved while he was rejected...
Anyway, I told my mum the dream; she goes, "That guy was Jesus."
I've never thought of Jesus as an orange-haired skin head, but I have to admit, the plot sort of makes sense.
Afterward, I climbed back down the stone steps and then I woke up. Weird.
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"There once was a little molecule who dreamed of being part of the crest of a great wave..."
(From the story 'The Little Molecule' - Amazon Kindle, 2013)