Night of February 7th, 2010

I found myself standing in front of a very large and extravagant church one morning. I was dressed in my blue plaid shirt, a white t-shirt, blue jeans and sneakers. The point of me being there was because I was meant to get baptized. There were about 7-8 others being baptized that morning and for some reason I forgot a change of clothes for after the moment I was "dunked." I was freaking out trying to find some sort of way around it and I finally resulted to my t-shirt and boxer shorts. I entered the baptismal after having considerable time finding the entrance into the small corridor to the side and I found my dad waiting inside. "He was baptizing these people?!," I said to myself. I was beside myself, uncomfortable and anxious. The baptismal was extremely too small for more than one person, much like the size of a small bathtub. We were crowded and there was barely room to complete the baptism. My brother appeared where my dad was and told me "Alright, you have done fine with your face, now hold your head underwater for 20 seconds and that will be fine with me." Almost like I was seeking his approval for something. I tried twice this challenge and failed both times. He was counting down the seconds with his fingers and I could not complete the task. I woke up violently gasping for air, my face was buried in my pillow.