I am in my house in Seattle when a man wearing a scarf over his head walks in. It is dark and I cannot see him well but as he passes me on his way out he says "You're going to have to clean up your act" or something like that. I go to turn on the lights, exposed circular tubular fluorescents overhead, but even though I toggle the switches, the bulbs only flicker and will not come on.

Heading into the kitchen I meet David's daughter Emily. She will be starting college at Whitman in Walla Walla soon so I wonder why she is here in Seattle but I do not speak to her. I find David in the kitchen cooking red meat in five frying pans on the stove. On the floor is the back half of a pig which David has been butchering. He explains, "It's easy. You just cut on the dotted lines," which I can see are marked in magic marker on the carcass of the pig.
I have a large steak in my hand and I sniff it to make sure that it is still good then I complain to David, "There is nothing to eat here except red meat."
Speaking of the man in the headscarf, David tells me, "The Colonel is a good man."
"That may be," I reply, "but I was ready to kick him out of the house anyhow!"
On the floor I see a small pig which is struggling somehow. I pick it up and put it on the counter and it immediately defecates a pool of brown diarrhea. I worry that the pastry which has been rolled out in pieces nearby on the counter will be contaminated so I pick up the little pig and carry it into the bathroom.

I put the little pig in the bathtub half full of water and swuish it around to rinse it off. A large badger is lying in the water. When I try to move one of its paws it is stiff, as if the badger is dead. A small pink hedgehog is also swimming in the water and it seems delighted, saying "This is really fun!" or something like that. The badger moves a little too as if it is coming alive.

The man wearing a scarf: religious authority. He tells me I am not good enough.
Turning on the lights: understanding what is true, or perhaps experiencing true godliness. I once believed I knew what was true. I now acknowledge that what I believe may not be "the truth".
Emily: was raised in a secular environment, like I was. David and I used to argue the truth of Christianity in college. I argued that it was the only true spiritual path; he argued that others were valid as well.
Red meat: Biblical doctrine, ie the truth as I once understood it. David appears to be playing devils advocate in the dream, serving only red meat and insisting that the religious authority which I have rejected is good. According to Adventist belief, pork is unclean, but for me it was Adventist belief which proved indigestible. I think David would sometimes take a contrary position just for the sake of argument, so in the dream, now that I am objecting to Christianity he is arguing in support of it.
The little pig with diarrhea: That would be me struggling with ALS and my diarrhea the consequence of an occasional overdose of laxatives. Picking up the little pig may represent my efforts to remain as independent as possible.
Pastry: Darchelle loves piecrust and cleans me up on the rare occasion that the diarrhea causes an accident.
Badger and Hedgehog in the bathtub: I would guess that since Darchelle and I saw a badger on one of our birding adventures, the badger and hedgehog may represent the unexpected extension of life I have enjoyed with Darchelle, who loves to take baths.

I think the dream depicts an internal debate about my long-held belief in Christianity and my rejection of those beliefs in the past decade or so, presenting that debate in the context of my relationship with Darchelle and my living with ALS. Darchelle has retained her belief in God and her faith in her Adventist tradition; I have not, yet we enjoy an intimate union together.