I had a dream I was walking with Michael into a grocery store (restaurant?) because he was either going to buy ingredients to make Indian (India, not Native American) food or he was going to cook for some Indian people…and we were talking. I looked at him and he had the face of my father (my father is in a care home now dying). I said “Michael you look like my father!”
Next Michael went up to some young Indians and began praying over them. Then, he put his hand over my face and began to pray. For some reason I pulled by back and began to argue with him saying something to the effect that I pray in a different way…this way: and I described mystical prayer. Then I woke up.
Not sure what it means. Strange… I guess all that healthy home cooking he’s doing is getting to me since I’m eating too much junk food.