Southern Gothic Dreams VII

I was watching an old Bible epic when, suddenly, I was no longer watching it, I was in it. I was an observer, though, not a participant, and my entire worldview was in black and white. I was watching Jesus, whose face was obscured from view, scold the Apostle Peter as they stood beside a Roman structure made of stone. There was a rectangular shape on the stone wall beside them, with smaller rectangular shapes fused, somehow, into the etching above the primary shape. Peter kept picking at the smaller pieces and, to my astonishment, I noticed that he was popping the smaller pieces into his mouth and eating them like candy.

Suddenly, I became the Apostle Peter, and I could actually taste what he was chewing, and as I gnawed on the piece of stonework, I could hear Jesus saying, "That's your problem, Peter. You're a nibbler. You seem to have a need to nibble on something all day long, and it needs to stop..."

I continued to chew what seemed to be a nut like an almond or something, and I could hear myself saying to the Lord, "I'm sorry, but it tastes good. I can't help myself," and then I was an observer again, watching Jesus and Peter walk away, over a hill. As they walked on, Jesus said, "There's lead in that, by the way. It'll kill you."

I looked over at the stone wall where Peter had been chipping away at the stonework, and touched the now hollow spots, wondering why he had done what he'd done. Then I found myself pondering the writings of the Apostle Paul, where he wrote a cryptic passage about having a nonspecific "thorn" in his side. and I wondered if it was a food addiction. Then I began to wonder if I'd seen an exchange between Jesus and Paul instead of Peter, and reminded myself that Paul never physically saw Jesus and, instead, encountered him by way of a vision on the road to Damascus, where he was blinded for persecuting the early Christians. The dream ended, and I was left wondering what it all meant. I've never dreamed about the Apostles or Jesus before. It's a shame I didn't get to see Jesus and the dream wasn't in color; I was distinctly aware that it was black and white. I don't recall dreaming in black and white before. Usually my dreams are all in technicolor.