Hoping for an interpreter

This afternoon I had the strangest dream while I took a much needed nap.  I usually don't remember my dreams.  This one was so fresh and vivid that, as I woke up, I began to wonder how I had gotten into my bedroom.  This leads me to believe that there may be some meaning behind it.

It may make me strange but I believe God can use his people to interpret dreams like the way he used Joseph to interpret Pharaoh's dreams. So I'll retell the dream in hopes that God would send an interpreter my way  and if not at least it will be a little entertaining. I would love to hear your opinions of this dream.  Since I usually don't remember my dreams, when I do remember them, they fascinate me.

Here goes:

The first thing I remember is being among some of my co-workers (plumbers) doing some work in a building I had never been in before.  I needed to find the restroom, so I asked for directions and followed the instructions through a maze of hallways and doors.  I then entered into a series of sliding chutes, the kind that the kids play on at McDonald's or Chuck E Cheese.  The restrooms were only accessible from the slides and the facilities were divided on two levels.  I explored the levels to admire the design of the bathrooms, something I'm sure only a plumber would do, and that only a strange one.  After checking the place out, I went back to the level that I needed to use.  Once I glided into the room I noticed that something had fallen out of my pocket.  A shiny quarter lay on the ground near where I had exited the mouth of the tube.  I reached out to retrieve it just as someone else was coming through.  I jumped back, leaving the money there and watched as that person was followed by another and another and another.  All of them crashing in with enormous speed and each one losing belongings from their pockets as they exited.  I was bewildered as I watched it pile up almost magnetically, supernaturally, into a neat orderly pile.  Then a man, whom I didn't recognize, emerged from what seemed to be below the landing of the slide and offered the pile of lost belongings to me.  At first I rejected, admitting that only one coin in the pile belonged to me but everyone unanimously and loudly insisted that I take it, so I did.

Immediately I was outside, sitting in my car with the sun beaming down all around me.  A man stood outside my window holding a book and was asking me to choose what I would do with the newly acquired treasures I had received.  In his book were choices along with a signature line next to each choice.  I wasn't exactly sure what I was going to do with it but deep down I knew I didn't want to give it to him.  I looked hard at the lines on the page, not really reading, just staring through the page as the frustrations caused my heart to beat in my throat.   I remember that the man made me feel guilty for not immediately signing his book and giving him everything.  He just kept pressing and pressing the issue.  In spite of his pushiness, I had an inexplicable respect and fondness for the man yet I hesitated to give in to his persistent requests.  "What exactly is it that you want from me?" I shouted.  "You're just badgering me and I don't understand what you want and why you want it!"  At this moment I could see his face for the first time, previously drowned out by the brightness of the sun.  He was very tall with a beard and glasses rested on his nose.  The muscles of his face were shaped into a look of grave concern.  At this time, a shorter man approached and went straight up to the tall man, whispering something in his ear.  I listened intently, trying to make out the message that seemed so urgent.  "...decided...make trouble out there...no longer acceptable."  Then he turned away and ran off.  The bearded man looked intently at me and said "what you are doing is now against the book of the law.  Unless you change your mind right now we will have nothing to do with you."  "WHAT?  Against what law?  Who has the authority to make these laws?"  I gasped.  He spoke not a word, just closed his book, shook his head, turned on his heel and walked casually away.  I was confused.  I jumped from my vehicle and followed after him, wanting to understand, not wanting to be distanced from this strange man who I respected and loved yet didn't know.  It was all so overwhelming and I had to figure it out.  I needed to take it one step at a time and try to understand.  The man ignored me and kept walking away.

I woke up.  The sight of the ceiling fan above me convinced me that I would never find the answers I wanted. The man was gone, I was only dreaming.  Like I said, my dreams are usually non-existent or lost before the alarm sounds.  This one left me wanting answers and since I'll never see the man in my dreams again, maybe there is someone who will stumble upon my blog although it is insignificant and trapped in obscurity and they will be given an understanding better than I.

So, what do you think?  Don't be shy, after all it was just a dream.  I have prayed that if there was more to it than my rambling weirded out subconscious gone haywire that God would interpret my dream for me.  If it is his will, he will use someone just like you, after reading this post to write a response.  It can be either a comment or a private e-mail ( ceeking_truth at bellsouth dot net).  Either way it will contain certain elements that only He and I know as a sign for me that it is from Him.

Seems a little out there, I know, but I'm just being honest.  I really believe God will speak through one of you.