[First Time Caller]

(05-16-2017, 09:25 AM)WalrusWrangler Wrote: Was the chili expired? That is a weird dream, and a good analogy for some churches (and many other societal structures). I had a lot of weird church dreams when I was first leaving the IFB. In one of the more alarming ones a large group from my home IFB church (most of whom didn't know that I had left the IFB) decided to surprise pop in to my new, contemporary church on a Sunday morning. In another I left for my new church on Sunday morning and somehow ended up at my old IFB church instead. I've done similar things in real life, go on autopilot while driving and go somewhere familiar instead of wherever I was planning to go.

Nope. Not expired.  Actually it was chili cheese dip left over from a party.  That's cream cheese, covered with Skyline chili  (many people don't know what Skyline chili is.... which just means they are not one of the elect and are to be pitied) then covered with mild cheddar.  Good stuff.  Inspirational, in fact.  So it's not surprising that I had a pretty cool dream. 

I did feel like the dream was one of those deeper-meaning kind of dreams, but haven't really delved into it much.  But my brain tends to work overtime, and it's been pretty chill lately... so, maybe it's just how I'm processing things.

[leo the lamb]

FTC, I won't try to interpret your whole dream, but had a couple thoughts... You were the only one who noticed or cared that the food given to the people not so well-off (and maybe not so interested in the church service) was of poor food pantry quality. In real life maybe you're the only one who really cares that the type of sustenance found in fundy churches is low quality, the messages expired for any worth they may have held in the past. Maybe the difference between the bags of groceries and the gourmet entrees is one of perception; those still drinking the kool-aid believe it to be fine wine, while those who aren't so sure anymore are seeing it for what it is.. but still accepting it without question because they're not ready to admit reality.

School-related dreams are pretty common for me, and the grounds have taken on a familiar layout that I can ostensibly traverse efficiently by cutting through the locker room from outside and a few gyms, or the metals shop... though I often end up getting lost. Anyway, I dreamed a few weeks ago that this school was being taken over by a large mercenary army from oversees, a sort of Red Dawn scenario. I was in a classroom with some faculty, I think, when the news came. It was a large school, so I had time to tuck tail and run in the general direction of the rear courtyards. I made it to the far end of the school grounds where an old line of train cars was used by students to do drugs and fornicate. Very strange place, there was even a dead body that I tried to pretend I hadn't seen. I couldn't hide for long because the mercenaries had made it to the back shop area. A couple of them came through a door under the pretense of wanting to talk, still wielding guns. I again managed to flee, around behind the rail cars, when I heard enough gunfire to assure me that the bad guys were killing everyone in that area. I did my best to stay low behind a lot of metal, and there was another adult behind the train returning fire from his revolver, but bullets were flying all around... thus the dream ended.

[leo the lamb]

I had a wonderfully weird dream last night. It was another one inspired by the game Halo, but here the rules of the game and the laws of physics were constantly shifting, with imagery to match. I was mostly in the game, playing my part as Master Chief, but at times, and maybe simultaneously, I could sort of see myself at the pc trying to remember which keys to press to fire my weapon properly and such. My adversaries were mostly the big hulking Hunters, who could do much damage in close quarters if they could get a direct hit in with either their plasma cannon or their large arms/shield. One hunter grabbed me in a bear hug from behind (I could very much feel it), and I figured that since he wasn't hitting me he was probably going to fling me against a wall or something. Instead he reported something like "I am Hunter Two Four Seven" and promptly keeled over backwards. I seemed to have my own smaller plasma cannon or similar weapon, and I was able to hold my own until more hunters kept appearing on floors I'd already cleared. In one scene I was on a platform with a hunter, and various fascinating alien artifacts were lying around. I was picking them up while trying to remain alert, but the alien squeezed through an impossibly narrow opening in the floor and was no longer a threat. Later the A.I. Cortana was caught singing to herself in bodily form and she seemed a little embarrassed when I saw her. I know trying to describe such a dream is kind of pointless, but I'm recording the date just in case at some time in the future I am able to go back to last night and see the dream again and maybe even share it... It was definitely one of the wackiest dreams I've ever had, but it was surprisingly cohesive overall. One of my all time favorites.

[myotch]

I was at a party at Bill Murray’s house. Lots of people.

Beer, maybe a little pot. (I partake of neither, not even in the dream world).

The house was large, two-story suburban middle class home.

Bill was a very entertaining host and made sure to spend a little one-on-one time with everyone, including me. Nice guy.

[rsc2a]

(03-20-2018, 05:00 AM)myotch Wrote: I was at a party at Bill Murray’s house. Lots of people...

...Bill was a very entertaining host and made sure to spend a little one-on-one time with everyone...

What about Bob?

[leo the lamb]

Last night's images were less enjoyable. They were inspired by a long-distance conversation with my youngest older brother which veered into some light spiritual stuff as usual. With him such conversations are never negative or particularly triggery, and it was good to catch up with each other.

In the dream, I was in a house of some kind with some family members and general bunch of church folk. They were having something like a prayer meeting and appeared to be really connecting in fellowship. At one point they started to literally take a stand on.. something; some issue to wage spiritual warfare over, I suppose. Everyone was standing up except me, as I refused to take part in something I knew I wasn't a part of, i.e. not the issue at hand but the religious fellowship itself. My continued sitting drew attention, and the people seemed to be getting angry and frustrated with me. My conscience was confused and torn, for I wanted to be able to repent of my unbelief and be welcomed back but wasn't sure I could honestly do so, or really even wanted that particular kind of acceptance. On waking I was relieved that it had only been a dream. Some of the uneasiness from the dream lingered for a good part of my work shift, and I indulged in some sugary comfort food on the way home.