A post over at "a couple of words" reminded me of this dream I had back in February. After I had the dream I typed it on my computer so I could remember it. Everything following this I typed back then...even the parenthetical at the bottom.
My Dream
This is my dream from February 8th, Sunday morning before I woke up. After Tori awakened me, I made a point to go over my dream a few times while I remembered it, so I would not forget it. I figured I would anyway, so I immediately went to the computer and typed up my dream. I remembered it so vividly that I wanted to be able to look at it later. Some things in the dream I believe I know why I dreamed them, while other parts, who knows why?
I’m going to tell the dream, but I’m going to put into parenthesis some explanations of why I think I dreamed certain parts. The part of the dream that I type is of course not the actual beginning of my dream. I’m sure what I started dreaming when I fell asleep to what I was dreaming when I woke up was one long collage of a dream. This is the part I remember before I woke up.
It picks up with myself, my mother and Adrian Rogers sitting around my grandmother’s table in her dining room. (Dr. Adrian Rogers is pastor of the mega-church Bellevue Baptist Church in Cordova, Tenn. My grandmother, whose house I’m in during the dream died a few years ago. When she was alive she lived with my Aunt who attended Dr. Rogers church) the conversation we are having is about dying. Adrian Rogers asks my mom if she is sure of her salvation. She says she is. He asks her if she has any unconfessed sins. There is a long pause. Mom starts thinking back to the Vietnam War. Now the dream shifts to an open field in Vietnam. My mother is not my mother anymore, she is a male soldier. She is in a ditch with 3 other soldiers. She is a few feet in front of them. She turns around and guns all 3 down. Now the dreams shifts back to the kitchen table in my grandmother’s house. All three of us take off running out the door. We are now outside of a gas station at night. Dr. Rogers is now chasing me. (The main character shifted from being my mom to being me.) He is chasing me saying something about I should have died back then. (Or he should have died back then, I’m not sure which one. Him should have being killed back then wouldn’t make much sense, but I think I remember it not making much sense.) So Adrian Rogers puts a bomb on a Ford Explorer parked outside the gas station and it blows up. But I wasn’t in it and I sped away. So I start driving back home. I drive up the road in front of my Church, First Baptist of Cornelia, and I see the two mean women I used to work with, standing inside the front doors of the church talking to each other. But they didn’t see me drive by. (They were two of the mean as snakes teachers I worked with in Banks County. They didn’t like me and they were bitter and mean toward the students too. I didn’t like them. I think in my dream, even though they were in the church, they were there as teachers. Maybe the church was a school.) I pull up to an intersection. The intersection is the one in Young Harris, at the one red light the town has. (I was coming from the Blairsville direction.) But on the right side, (the side Young Harris College is on), it was the normal landscape, but on the left side it was Times Square. (Except it didn’t look like the real Times Square but it just was the beginning of many high-rise buildings.) There were crowds of people in the streets. All of them marching in one of the two directions of the intersection. Those that were marching from the College side into the city side were all pro-homosexual marriage people who were loudly declaring that homosexual marriages were right and fair. The crowd of people walking the other way was all against homosexual marriages and they were loudly declaring their views. I got into the crowd and had to start walking across the intersection. I was walking with the people who were pro-homo marriages. (This is because it is the direction of my parent’s house. I assure you it is not because I subconsciously support that position. I also believe I was dreaming this part because I am amazed at the number of people in this country who actually support gay marriage. [Although I do not believe it is anywhere near the amount the media would have you believe. But I don’t know if I was taking that into consideration in the dream.] And so in my dream I seemed to be putting myself in the middle of the people who support it because it is interesting to me that so many people could support such a abnormal and sickening thing and subconsciously I wanted to see what made them tick...kind of like what drove me to read some of Hitler’s book Mien Kampf to see what made him tick.) So I start walking in the road with the throng of people and I cross the Young Harris intersection heading into the city side. It’s a sunny day. As I’m walking on the left sidewalk, I hear a guy behind me yelling his pro-homosexual marriage diatribe. I turn and look at him and he’s dressed like a orthodox Jew, with a yam craw and black clothes with a white collar and he has a couple of those curly locks of hair in the front like most orthodox Jews have. (I think the reason he looked like this in my dream is because of the dogmatic way the message was being proclaimed. In my subconscious I think it reminded me of the dogma of Orthodox Judaism. He was declaring it like it was true and he was angry at anyone who thought otherwise.) I turned back and kept walking. Then a girl dressed like a Broadway showgirl wearing a glittery top hat came up beside me and told me that she could relay her entire pro-homo marriage message to me in a one-minute long song, it was a scientific fact. I told her she could if she could if she could sing and walk at the same time. Others around us laughed because they knew she wanted me to stand still. So she starts singing as we approach an underpass. I look up as we approach the looming concrete, dark underpass... (And this is where Tori pounces on me and tells me its time to get up and go to church) J
(This was neat to be able to remember almost all aspects of this dream, because I got to see where my brain was pulling things from and how it was putting it all together in a constantly shifting storyline. Even though the storyline was always shifting, the fact that it was ONE story and not disconnected “dreams” was interesting. The changing of the main character was also interesting. The main character changed forms from my mother, to a Vietnam soldier, to me. And when the character changed form, he/she was still the main character because others people’s interest was still focused on the main character. Like when Adrian Rogers was focused on my mother [main character] and then it shifts to me [main character], Adrian Rogers is still chasing me as if I were the same character. So I think there was always a main character. It was also neat to see that other characters are not necessarily static. For example, at first, Adrian Rogers was like he was in real life. He was sincere and probing for spiritual truth and then next thing you know he is trying to kill mom/me. I also wonder if it is any coincidence that the pro-homo marriage people were the ones walking INTO the city. I wonder if the Broadway dancer girl who told me it was a scientific fact that she could relay her pro-homo message to me in exactly one minute was representative of television and the movies? The dogmatic Jewish man reminds me of the tenacity and dogmatic approach of the left wing liberals preaching their filth. I wish I could have kept dreaming, and seen what would have happened next.
Ok, there’s the dream.
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