[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.