Sometimes our Subconscious Speaks to Us in Dreams
So, in the dream I was at a conference at a mega-church a couple of hours from home. The plan was that John would drop me off (since I'm on crutches) then I was going to go inside, figure out how much of the conference I was going to attend, then call him to let him know when to pick me up.
The church had the coolest wi-fi EVER. (So cool it doesn't actually exist in real life yet.) The wi-fi would transform your device based on which zone you were in. So for example, when I carried my iPhone into the cafe, the wi-fi transformed my iPhone into an iPad that was equipped with the cafe menu to make it easier for me to order than viewing on my tiny phone. When I passed the registration banners, it became a conference book. When I walked outside, it transformed my iPhone into a little tin box full of wildflower seeds and deer corn so I could feed the wildlife on the campus... Wherever I walked, the device changed based on the zone. (At one point, it even changed my device into a legal pad and pen--which was when I was trying to get help from the staff to get it to just be a phone. Two girls said they had heard that if you put salt and water on it, it would make it stop changing, but then I just wound up with a wet, salty legal pad that wouldn't even make the cool changes anymore).
The problem was that what was incredibly cool and designed to be helpful wasn't helping me because all I needed in that moment was my iPhone to work as designed.
I've been thinking a lot about our personal connection with God and how we are spiritual beings who are designed to be connected with Him. We wind up "externalizing" a lot of our spirituality--and to be fair, in the beginning that can be incredibly helpful as we learn. But there comes a time when no matter how large, advanced or cool the programs, they can completely miss the simplicity of what it is that we really need in the moment.
And when that happens, all the bells and whistles add is frustration.