Last night I had an incredible dream.
I was in a B'nei Noach house of worship somewhere in southern California (it seemed to be in the suburbs where there were no Jews). I was wearing shorts, a t-shirt and no shoes. The B'nei Noach we dressed up in their finest black suits.
I realized that I was at a funeral. A body of one of the congregants lay in a coffin and the people mourned. Suddenly the body and the casket were removed and the funeral turned into a wedding. There was no bride or groom, but the congregants danced and sang with the most intense simcha. They joy was intoxicating.
I felt ashamed that I was not dressed properly for their holy, joyous celebration. Their leader was a man with a short beard and his hair was in a ponytail. He spoke elequant words of faith and the room was filled with crisp light.
I stole away not feeling worthy and I vowed that I would dedicate my life to spreading the word of Torah and B'nei Noach philosophy to the Gentiles.
I then awoke.
May the B'nei Noach be blessed in all their endeavors.