Just a dream... in Another Open Diary refugee

Just had a striking dream... but I'm forgetting it before I can write it down. :( All I remember was that there was a special guest pastor preaching at our church, somebody very very special and close to God and with a super important message for us... I was reading her book and I couldn't wait to her hear explain more about her message (which was something about living for your faith). Early Sunday morning there was a single shot, and the special guest pastor was shot to death in their bed by their hosts before she could talk to us. We were all crying... and I cut three roses from my parents' garden, one red and two white and laid them on the altar. Reverend Peter asked what they were for and I said they were symbolic and he said that was perfect. I said I was going to run home and get the floating bowl to put them in and Pastor Becky heard and said that she had one... then she brought some pansies and I laid them in the water in a ring, with the three roses at the center. And Pastor Becky preached a very simple message that told us how our guest was a saint and a martyr in the truest sense of the word. She was willing to die for her faith, and we had to be willing to put down our petty grievances and continue her work. (or something like that...) then I woke up and wanted to write it down.