10.9.10--A lesson in Grace

The one with the Dentist

Before I begin, I want to give some background info on some of the references I make.
I think this dream was based heavily on the show Reba. If you haven't see it, it's basically about Reba and how her husband divorces her because he got his Dental Hygienist pregnant. Anyways, Reba has three kids. But the one I'm focusing on is her middle child, Kyra. A basic outline of her personality is that she's sarcastic and kind of mean.

Now. Onto the dream!

Apparently I am Kyra. I don't look like her, I look like myself. But I act like her. And my dad is a Dentist or something. Now the real me hates the Dentist. It scares me. So in the dream, I'm having my teeth cleaned or something at my dad's practice, he's not cleaning them though. His new partner is. It's this young guy with black hair and a white coat. I guess he finds something wrong like I have a cavity or something and then he finds out that I have this rare disease called something that starts with a D. He jumps up and rushes out to tell my dad. BYTHEWAY. My dad is Brock from Reba. xD Anyways, for some reason I get up and go to where they're talking. And the new partner is like "She needs surgery immediately!" And my dad's like "WHAT. HOW CAN THIS HAPPEN?" So he disappears and the partner goes back to the room and I follow, making sarcastic comments to him. Finally he tells me to shut up and at this point, I hate this guy. So I continue to show how much I dislike him. I go into the other room and into the bathroom to cry. Because at this point I'm scared to death. Surgery+the dentist=absolute horror.

There are people outside the bathroom that have come to take me into surgery, but instead I start brushing my teeth. The wait and then when I come out they take me to the room which was my mom's bathroom. =D The lights are off and the guy is in there, they're random candles. And I go "Your going to turn the lights on right?" in a mean voice. And he shoots back "No. I'm not." and then says something snarky about drilling my head instead of my mouth or something. I drop my bag and sit down on the floor against the wall and watch as he cleans the tools he's going to use. I think that I have to tell him I'm scared before his assistants come. So I do it.

"I think you should know something."

He pauses, a knife in his hand.

"I freaking hate the dentist." I say.

"Since when?"

"Since Forever!" I say irritated.

Then I start crying and put my head on my knees. When I look up again he's right in front of me bent down. "It will be okay." he says, placing a hand on my shoulder.

So I get up and sit in the chair because the assistant came back. They give me laughing gas and I fall asleep.(I've never had laughing gas, so I guess that's why in my dream they put an oxygen mask on me and I fell asleep because I've only had surgery.)

When I wake up in my dream, I'm in my room and I walk out into the guy's office(since apparently, my room is connected to it. =D). I walk in and he and a few other people are painting the walls. I overhear him say: "yeah. She wouldn't stop talking." and then he sees me and I ask what happened.
"Oh. We didn't do the surgery because you kept talking to us. You asked me why the stapler cussed you out."

I look at him weird and pick a paint brush up. I start to paint, but it's coming out really light and watery. I look at what kind of paint he's using and it says "cooking paint." apparently for cookies and cakes. So I go and get him some real paint and he goes "You didn't need to do that." and I said "Yes. Yes I do."

then it ended. D:

After having this dream, it made me realize something they were talking about in Church last week. Grace. It's when you do something or love someone even thought they don't deserve it.
This man had grace towards me, even thought I was mean and hateful towards him. He comforted me and told me everything would be okay. He could have just said "Whatever. Get over it." but he didn't.
and some of you may think "Well. it was your dream! You made it happen!" No. I didn't. Because I can't decide what I dream. If I could, I never would have thought of this dream.

&fin