I had a dream last night that a darkly magnetic, thirtyish man wanted to court me. (I assume I was 20 years younger...age wasn't an issue.) He was quiet and subtly caring, with smoldering chemistry. I liked him, and was attracted to him. He felt trustworthy, although not warm. We courted for months, and I fell a bit more under his spell with each chaste date.
We were sitting in different corners of a room one day. He rose and looking into my eyes. asked if he could kiss me. Yes, I said. He bent down, and kissed me lightly, sensuously, seriously. His soulful kisses were seductive and emotional for me.
My heart fluttered, my mind swooned. I was reeling with attraction to him.
He stood up and pulled out a shrink-wrapped black book. He solemnly handed it to me,and left the room.
I looked down at the book. The front cover said, in rich gold letters, "The Book of Mormon."
I knew I could not be his.
This is not a dream about wanting to date or leave my marriage. and it is not specifically about the Mormon church.
It's a dream about knowing who I am not, religiously, regardless of the seductive trappings.
(And yes, I really had this dream last night, and I have faithfully recounted it.)