Sometime around 2006 I’m guessing:

I’m not sure when this dream was.  I was in my bedroom pacing back and forth talking to an invisible presence I took to be God.  God was saying “it’s time!” and I was feeling deeply resistant to whatever this meant. I was saying “no” repeatedly and feeling frustrated and at my wits end.  Time was up.  It didn’t seem so much that I had failed at something but more like I hadn’t finished something but there was no more time.  I didn’t understand why there was no more time. Actually I did understand but was in denial. I was throwing a kind of tantrum. When I thought about this, the only thing that made sense was that I was resisting enlightenment.  This could relate to some other things but it seems more fundamental and final than the end of a goal or a dream, although the feelings might connect to some deep desires.  But it’s all ego and illusion.  Still, I can feel that resistance within me, whatever it is.