I am sitting in a room near the front of the house with Darchelle, and perhaps Daniel and David, when a man named Kevin, shorter and stockier than I am and dressed in a light blue or gray suit, comes in and asks me for a donation. He says it is for health, or maybe for climate chage, and shows me large scrape on the inside of his forearm. He wants $20 and Darchelle and I are initially willing to give him that much, then I suggest $10 instead. He would like cash but when I balk at giving him the money immediately, he tells me I can give online.
Somehow I learn that he is planning to keep the money for himself. At this point Kevin has gone out to the enclosed front porch and is standing at the far end with several other people. I go out as well and when I see him, I am filled with righteous indignation and announce "I have rarely seen such moral corruption!" Turning to Kevin, I demand "What do you have to say for yourself?"
In a meek voice he says "Climate?"

I reviewed this dream during the night and again the next day but did not write it down until several days later after I had forgotten a few details, though hopefully not so many that I can't make sense of it. Initially no meaning jumps out at me but after several wrong turns, I think I've worked it out. I don't know anyone named Kevin, which suggests that he represents a part of myself. The symbol of a man dressed in light blue links this dream to several others which address my relationship to Christianity. In them, a person dressed in light blue clothing represents the part of myself that initially adopted and continues to be attracted by that belief system. In this dream he is injured and uses that injury as justification for requesting money from me. I at first put him off but then, apparently feeling that he is either dishonest or unworthy, I am indignant and argue that he should be ashamed of himself.
I suspect that the money symbolizes belief or faith in the Christian God, and thus this dream would be depicting the tension and ambivalence I still feel about Christianity. To give money to the man in light blue would be to recommit to my Christian beliefs which he represents. You are dying, he tells me, and God offers comfort, love and eternal life. I consider accommodating his request, but then I remember what happened the last time I believed. Christianity offered me salvation and goodness but gave me condemnation and guilt.
Before I became a Christian I struggled with feelings of self-criticism and anger at myself, feelings which I incorporated into my Christian belief by projecting them onto God. After living for almost 40 years with the fear that God would ultimately condemn me to hell because I wasn't good enough, I finally recognized that I was the one judging myself as bad and worthy of condemnation, and that it was my choice to do that, to live that way. Or not. Over a period of several years, around the time I realized I had ALS and met Darchelle, I chose to let go of my self-condemnation and the Christian belief system of which it was a part. I consented for the most part to accept myself, to see myself as good enough and decline to condemn myself any longer. God did not do likewise. Because self-condemnation had been a fundamental part of that belief system, supported by my understanding of the Bible and Ellen White's writings as well as by my emotional experience, I have not been able to believe that God would love me and save me as I am. I may be good enough for myself, my wife, my family and my friends but I still cannot (or will not?) see myself as good enough for God. Since I could not be good enough for God, I have had to get rid of Him. I no longer believe, for the most part.
BTW, both rooms in the dream feel like porches, part of the house but not really in the house, suggesting that while I am still alive (in the house) I am not all the way inside (referring perhaps to being disabled) any longer.