This doesn't at all reflect my view of Matisyahu.
I started out the dream at Koontz Lake Missionary church. Tim Johnson was running some huge even there and I was supposed to direct the camera operators for him during it. I had finished setting up my station and introducing myself to the ops when I realized I was really hungry. I went out to the parking lot with Tim and asked if I could go grab dinner before the event started. Tim hesitated then said, "You have an hour."
I got in my car and, for some reason, headed to Kalamazoo, which is over 100 miles away. Tim Johnson was probably none too pleased when he realized I wouldn't make it back it time, but I never made it back at all so I don't know what his reaction was.
I went to Bell's Brewery in Kalamazoo and ordered a soy burger. Then I saw that Matisyahu and his assistant David were also there. They were dining in a private room and they let me in to dine with them.
Suddenly Matisyahu began singing in some weird language, and it seemed as if he no longer had control of his own body. This went on for a while until Jeremy Robinson, a friend of mine from Oregon-Davis High School, burst in and, after quickly assessing the situation, proceeded to cast a demon out of Matis. It was rather crazy. Matis thanked Jeremy and begin praising God. Jeremy turned to me and said, "You could've done that, but you were just standing there."
Then Jeremy left and I followed him. We joined some huge parade of people marching down a winding sidewalk leading out of Kalamazoo. There were hundreds of men, women, and children, and they were carrying enough stuff to last them a few days. The atmosphere was a deep and saturated blue, and the houses that I could see off in the distance displayed beautiful orange lights.
Then I awoke.
