Backstory: I'm doing a sort of exchange program (Frontier Year Team) through my family of churches (New Frontiers). They sent me from Kansas (where I've lived all my life) to Oregon to study with the pastor and elders of another church. Oh, and I had this on Saturday morning...
My dream was that I went back home and visited my home church. At first, I was excited because my church had grown exponentially from the little church plant it was when I left. They had also gotten a new building to hold all these people.
When I went inside, I was shocked. I was in a grand cathedral! I looked around and saw people I recognized that hadn't gone to my church before. When I got up to them, I noticed that they had aged considerably from what I remember. Then, I looked around, and saw that most of the newcomers were old people! (No offense to old people! lol) I told myself it was no big deal because, all in all, it meant growth.
I found a seat towards the back and waited for worship to start. But instead of guitars and drums, I heard an organ! I again told myself it was no big deal because I love the old songs as well as the new.
After the first song, I realized that my church was no longer a church but that it had turned into a show! I wanted to leave and I could see the open door but I was afraid to walk through it especially because my pastor had started this weird monologue about satan this and satan that. It was really weird and really creeped me out.