Rescued From A Cult
My plans for blogging this week was to talk about my trip, but I had this dream last night. It was strange and disturbing enough that I had to share it with you…
I was driving around in a very nice SUV with all of the bells and whistles with Jhianna. She was driving, and I was in the passenger seat. While driving around, we were looking for a friend of hers that was missing, but the police would do nothing about it because she had not been missing for more than 48 hours.
We finally saw her friend walk into a weird looking building that was in a shopping mall’s parking lot. Jhianna turned to me and said, “Why is she going into that biker bar? I’m the biker! She doesn’t even like motorcycles.”
I turned back to Jhianna and said, “That’s not a biker bar. That’s a cult hangout for drugs, booze, wild sex, and all sorts of nastiness. It’s not some place you want your friend to be. Go park the car over there, and I’ll get your friend out of there. I know my way around.”
Jhianna looked at me doubtfully, but she had no other choice than to go with me if she wanted her friend of out there. I got out of the SUV, and walked up to the cult headquarters. There was a broom with a black handle hanging out next to the door as I approached. I decided that it would make a good weapon. As I picked up the broom, I could feel power coursing through my arm, and it wasn’t good power. About the time I decided to put the broom back down, the door to the place opened, and a bouncer walked out.
The bouncer was a woman, and she had muscles on top of muscles that flexed and rippled as she looked down on me. She opened her mouth to reveal rows of broken and missing teeth to sputter at me, “What ya doin’ wit’ dat broom? Put it down and git yer ass in da door. Yer lettin’ people git a good look at da place.”
I immediately threw down the broom that vanished with a puff of smoke, and headed inside. The lights were dim, there was a strange smell in the air that reminded me of the cheap incense that my dad used to use to cover the smell of his dope smoking, and there were short tables, small pillows, and throw rugs everywhere. There were no doors, but plenty of archways that were covered with curtains, beads, rugs, furs, and long strands of what I knew was human hair.
I knew that I was in a bad, bad place, so I kept my guard up. I also could sense that I was in the presence of evil, so I called upon God to guard me against any attacks. I actually felt His power flowing into my body to guard me against unexpected attack.
The bouncer turned to face me after leading me into the building, and handed me a scrap of white leather hanging from a long lock of hair, “Here put dis on yer neck. It’ll let people know dat yer one of us.”
As I reached for the leather, my spine started to tingle, so I looked a little closer at it. The power of God that was in me allowed me to see through the layers of leather, and embedded in the middle of the leather were three small, sixes made of silver. I knew that this was the Sign of the Beast, and that I must not take it. I pulled my hand back, squared off against the bouncer, and proclaimed in a steady, powerful voice, “Begone. Demon! Leave this woman, and return to your home at the side of Satan. The power of Christ compels you from this woman.”
The woman’s face contorted in such a way that I was starting to think that it was going to rip in half. I then sensed, but did not see, a demon flee the woman’s body and sink into the ground. The woman started to shrivel and age in front of my eyes. As she shrank, she looked up at me with gratitude in her eyes, “Thank you. Paralak has controlled me for centuries. I’m free now. Save everyone else.” As she finished her sentence, her body fell to dust into a small pile on the floor.
I felt sorry for the woman, but I was glad that I could help. I knew that I had to go through this building and free everyone, including Jhianna’s friend. I started moving from room to room, and I found huddled masses on the pillows smoking some strange substance from a pipe that billowed out purple and yellow smoke that was the same sickly colors of a week old bruise.
The people looked up at me with a combination of fear and hope. As I approached each person, I touched them. Sometimes it was on the shoulder, sometimes on the head, and sometimes it was outstretched fingertips. The touches that I shared with these people were sensual, arousing, and very personal. I knew that by touching them I was exposing myself to the evil that was contained within them, but I had to take that risk in order to have a chance of freeing them.
With each touch, I willed the Power of God into their bodies. After a few moments, the people would cough up a nasty cloud of black smoke that would scream at me before raging away through the walls. The people would instantly become more and more healthy and vibrant. They would look up at me speechless while I pointed at the exit and told them, “Leave now, and start a new life in the name of God. You are free of the Bonds of Evil.”
As I freed the people, I moved through the building looking for Jhianna’s friend. I finally came across two women at the top of a narrow set of stairs. They beckoned me over and told me that the one that I was looking for was being held at the bottom of the stairs. I willed the Power of God into the woman to set them free, and headed down the stairs.
I was starting to get tired. As a conduit for God, I was expending quite a bit of energy. It wasn’t my power setting these people free, but it was coursing through me. Just as a river erodes the banks around it, the flow of power through my body was eroding my energy reserves. I took a deep breath as I reached the bottom of the stairs and readied myself for what I was about to face.
There was a small room at the bottom of the stairs that contained the Jhianna’s friend in the middle of a copper pentagram that had been inlaid in the middle of the room. I didn’t know what purpose the pentagram was going to be used for, but I immediately snuffed the candles around the pentagram to break its power, and moved into it to rescue her. When the candles were snuffed, Jhianna’s friend looked up at me.
This was the first good look that I had gotten of her. She was a small woman with a very slight build. Her features were very fine, beautiful, and precise. There was a beauty in her face that I have rarely seen in real life. The odd thing about her was that her features were very Scandinavian, but her skin was very dark and sultry. I felt an immediate sexual attraction to her, but I didn’t have time for that. I could feel the demon rising up from below in response to my breaking of his circle.
I picked the small woman up in one arm, and ran out of the building. I had already freed everyone from the building, and now I had to escape with the main purpose of my entrance into the building. I managed to run into the parking lot, and found a large, black, Ford SUV bearing down on me. I couldn’t get out of the way, so I threw Jhianna’s friend to the side in an effort to save her. Right before the SUV hit me, I summoned the last of the power that I had and threw my shoulder into the SUV. It worked. The SUV buckled around me, and I managed to step back unhurt. The strange thing was that I didn’t hear crunching metal, shattering glass, or the screeching of tires. It was all totally silent, and I’m not sure why.
The driver of the SUV leaped from the car, and ran around to face me down. I looked up at him, and it was Edward Hermann! However, in my dream, he was the leader of the cult. Maybe this is a Lost Boys flashback from my teenage years, but I’m not sure. All I know is that I faced him down, and yelled at him, “Your cult is destroyed, and you’re next!”
Fear filled his eyes, and he fled. I’m not talking about running away on foot, or driving away. He simply took to the skies without any wings, and quickly became a dark speck in the sky. As he retreated, I wondered if I was going to have to face him again in the future.
I looked around and found Jhianna had loaded her friend into the cargo area of the strange SUV that she had been driving at the start of the dream. I also noticed that my two dogs were jumping into the back of the SUV as well, and there was something powerful about them. They were guarding this poor woman’s soul from being stolen by demons.
I decided that we should clear out of the area, so I jumped into the SUV, and Jhianna started driving away through a gentle rain that seemed to be coming into the area to physically cleanse the area. It was pure, sweet, warm, and loving. I knew that God had sent the rain to finish what I had started.
This is about the time that I woke up to the sound of rain outside my Mom and Step-dad’s house. What a dream. I had a fairly massive headache, and I was tired even though I had slept for a good 10 hours. I’ll be thinking about this one for a while, that’s for sure.
Tech Dream
This is one of the most vivid dreams that I’ve had in a long time. I know that I can’t do it justice here, but I’m going to try.
I found myself working for a large tech company. Something similar to Agilent where the primary products are computer chips, testing equipment, motherboards, and stuff like that. I was doing some web development for the corporate site, but it was boring stuff. It was just plain HTML and images. No PHP. No Perl. No Ajax. No JavaScript. Nothing like that. No challenge at all.
I had my annual review with my boss, Vicki, and I implored her to let me use more advanced technology on the web site to make it more dynamic, usable, and interesting. She denied my requests, so I was stuck doing plain old HTML. She noticed that I was obviously unhappy with the situation, but I told her that I would continue to do good work for her. Vicki, who oddly enough was a midget, understood, and promised that she would see what she would do to help me out.
A few weeks later (and I’ve never had WEEKS pass in a dream before) another manager by the name of Sarah waddled up to me to talk to me. The reason I say waddled was that she was also a midget, but she had difficulty walking, so she would drop on her butt, split her legs like a gymnast, and waddle along on her ass as she moved along. It was quite strange.
Sarah told me that she thought she had the perfect job for me in her department. She said that she had a father/son pair on her team that were trying to cobble together a web application for another team, but they were having a hard time doing it. She asked me if I would be interested in helping her out on a full-time basis.
Of course, I hopped on this right away. She told me that she had expected my answer, and had already worked things out with Vicki. She lead me to where her team sat, to introduce me to the team. The office space was in the back of the building, and was filled with wire cages, metal shelves, and all sort of junk lying around. It was total chaos, but I was intrigued because the “junk” was all sorts of techno gadgets that I had never seen before.
As she was leading me back to the team, she stopped by this huge stack of books, and told me that I would need to learn some new stuff to work in her department. I told her that it wasn’t a problem. I always enjoy learning new stuff. She told me to grab a copy of each book from the various stacks. There were seven stacks in all, and they all had the Novell symbol on the cover. I’ve never gotten along well with Novell software, so this made me a little nervous. As I picked up each book, I looked at the cover. They were things like Novell Linux 0.9, Novell PHP 2.1, Novell Perl 3.2, Novell HTML 2.02, Novell Photoshop 3.14, Novell JavaScript 1.2, and Novell Apache 1.3.2.
I was flabbergasted at how outdated all of this technology was! I hoped that the numbers were Novell numbers, and not actual version numbers of the software. I started skimming the books (e.g.: Like Johnny-5 in Short Circuit) and I quickly discovered that these were the real version numbers of the software. I was being taken backwards in technology by more than a decade!!! I was dismayed, but I decided to give it the “old college try.”
Sarah lead me to my desk, which was a small metal affair just large enough for my dumb terminal, keyboard, mouse, and my seven heavy books. As soon as I put my books down, I heard a cheer behind me, “He’s here! Yay! He’s going to help us, Dad!”
I turned around to face two men. One was in his mid-fifties, going gray, and had a decent-sized gut that was barely restrained by a thin, brown, leather belt. A photocopy of him, although 30 years younger (and without the gut) stood next to him. They were smiling brightly at me. The younger one turned to the older one and said, “See. I told you that Sarah would come through and get us the best web developer this company has to offer.”
I was a bit surprised at that statement, but I put a smile on my face before stepping forward to introduce myself. Before I could reach the men to shake their hands and learn their names, a phone rang. It was coming from my desk, but I couldn’t recall there being a phone on my desk. I turned back to my desk to discover a small silver and dark blue phone on my desk. It looked very familiar. That’s when I realized that it was the on-call phone from my current (real life current, that is) job! It was ringing, and that meant that I needed to answer it ASAP because I was on call!
That’s when I snapped out of the dream to realize that the phone really was ringing. I managed to fumble for the phone and answer it before it went to voicemail. I had work to do, but somehow, after finishing the work, I managed to remember enough of the dream to write it up.
Missing In A Liquor Store
I had a strange dream last night. It still has me befuddled. I’m sure there’s some meaning behind it all, but I’m not sure what it is….
I found myself riding a rocket powered bicycle around my hometown. I was mainly riding down the oddball street that runs NW/SE through the city. My hometown is pretty much laid out on a grid because there’s very little terrain to require roads to curve and shift. This NW/SE street has three lanes going in each direction, and a turn lane in the middle. It’s quite busy, and it’s very dangerous to be on a bicycle on this road.
I was going from store to store in search of something to drink. I was in luck. Most of the stores along this road (in my dream that is) were liquor stores. There were even liquor stores next to other liquor stores. I would go into one store, buy some vodka, then head off to the next store. I would only buy one item at each store. Sometimes it was whiskey. Sometimes it was tequila. Sometimes it was beer. I bought all sorts of alcohol while hopping from liquor store to liquor store.
About every third liquor store, I would browse the goods, and then leave without buying anything. For some reason, I knew that in my dream Kiara did not want me to buy any booze. Some of the stores were run by her friends, and I knew that if I made a purchase there that word would get back to Kiara that I was buying stuff that I wasn’t supposed to.
One of the stranger things about the dream was that every time I reached for my wallet to pay for my purchases, I couldn’t find my wallet. It’s always with me in my back, right pocket. No matter how much I looked for it, I could not find it. It was missing! There were a few times that I thought I had found it, but it always turned out to be something else. I would always pull something out of my pocket that couldn’t possibly fit there. The things that I got out of my pocket were bunny rabbits, baby ducks, toads, red bricks, small blocks of wood, a Viking long ship, and, the oddest one of all, was a solid rocket booster from the Space Shuttle.
Despite not having my wallet on me, the owners of the liquor stores would allow me to open up tabs at the stores, so that I could leave with my purchases. As I would leave the liquor stores, I would try to put the bottle(s) into my back pocket, but it wouldn’t fit because my wallet was in the way. What the fuck? I couldn’t find my wallet in the store, but as soon as I step outside, there it is!
Lastly, when it came time to start up my car (which always seemed to be with me at the stores), I could not find my keys. It was quite frustrating. By not having my keys on me, I had to resort to riding the rocket powered bicycle around town. Every time I would leave a liquor store, my car would be there waiting for me, but I couldn’t find my keys to start it. It was quite torturous to go through this several times a night.
When Kiara finally woke me up in the morning to go to work, I was quite relieved to be rid of this dream.
Moving and Teaching
My dream started with me standing between an office building and a moving truck. I was sweating profusely and hurting quite a bit as I hauled large, heavy boxes from the building to the truck. I would talk to the building, pick up a box, and heave it to the truck. The people that I was helping to move weren’t lifting a finger to help because they were busy with closing on their house. Oddly enough, they were doing it at a cheap folding card table that was piled high with papers. Their real estate agent kept telling me that I had to go away because they were going to discuss the purchase price, and she didn’t want me to be privy to that information for some reason.
I constantly told the real estate agent to blow off because I was busy moving stuff. She finally got to the point in the paperwork where they were discussing numbers. That’s when the three of them (husband, wife, and agent) approached me, and told me that I would have to leave. That’s when I realized that I didn’t know any of them, and I blew up. I started screaming and cussing at them because I was busting my ass moving for people that refused to help me, and I didn’t even know them!
I told them that I had other things to do, and that they were on their own for the rest of the move. That’s when I walked into the office building, and down a few hallways. I finally entered a room that was laid out exactly like my algebra 2 classroom that I was in when I was a sophomore in high school.
Instead of walking to one of the student desks, I walked to the teacher’s desk and sat down. I looked down at a syllabus that suddenly appeared on the desk, and I knew that I was going to have to teach the class what was on the syllabus. I looked up from the paper to find that the classroom had filled with students.
I took the syllabus and started walking around the room with it. I kept reading from the syllabus, and telling the students what we were going to cover for the semester. The syllabus made no sense, but I went through it anyway. There were entries on the syllabus that looked like:
- Discuss the philosophical meanings of grok.
- Formulate a thesis on the hidden values of cromulant.
- Find three unique snowflakes and photograph them.
- Learn to ride a horse backwards.
- Grapple with a fellow student until you find a way to choke them out.
- Write a software routine in PHP to generate Fortran code that can be converted to assembler for the development of an artificial intelligence.
It just went on and on like that. None of it really made much sense. As I was explaining it to my students, I could tell that they were just as befuddled as I was.
Before I could make any sense out of the class objectives, my alarm went off. As I was getting ready to go to work, I was still trying to process the syllabus. I finally decided that it would never make sense to me, so I put it out of my mind on the drive into work.
Papal Announcement
Here’s another strange dream that I had over the weekend…
I remember running around town in an attempt to get streaming video from the Vatican to display in all of the churches in town. Even the Protestant churches wanted to see this one because the Pope had some world shaking announcement that he was about to make. I’m not sure what the announcement was, but I remember feeling that it was one of those days that all of mankind was going to remember.
Oddly enough, the smaller churches in town were really easy to setup. The hardest ones were three huge Catholic churches that were somehow really close to each other. I had to fly to the roofs of the three churches, and then aim these really large satellite dishes at an orbiting satellite that I could somehow see.
Once the dishes were aimed, I had to run cabling from the dishes to a control room. The control rooms in the churches were awesome to behold. They were the best-of-breed electronics, dozens of TV displays, buttons, switches, levers, slides, and all sorts of other great stuff there for controlling the various displays around the church.
I got the first two churches done, and I headed to the third church. It was made of solid gold and gleamed in the sunlight. The floors were covered with white rugs that were somehow unstained despite the thousands of feet that had tread upon them. The windows were all stained glass, and they depicted many of the stories from the Bible. Over the altar at the foot of the pews was a huge crucifix that hung from the ceiling on golden wires. I stopped for a moment in awe as I drank in the sights of such beauty.
My reverie was interrupted by a priest pulling on my elbow, “Excuse me, Sir. We need you to come this way.”
I gladly followed the priest back to a control room that was even better than the other two that I had seen. I’m not sure what made it better, but I had the sense that no expense was spared in creating such a wonderful place. There were problems here, though. Despite the best equipment, they were having problems getting the feed from the Vatican. They started asking me all sorts of questions, and I had answers for most of them. Suddenly, I was in over my head, and I couldn’t answer their questions anymore. The techs in the room starting asking me if I knew anyone that did know the answers to their questions.
I turned to my left and said, “Yeah. This guy.” As I turned, my friend, Shinto, appeared behind me. I pointed to him, and the techs started to barrage him with problems. He stayed very calm and focused as he pushed past the techs to get to the console in front of them.
As he sat down, he mumbled, “I can fix this. Give me a few minutes.” Shinto typed away furiously for a few moments. Then he flipped some switches, and started to type some more. In a short amount of time, Shinto looked up, “Ok. All fixed.”
The manager of the techs stepped up and told Shinto, “You’re hired with tenure. You now have a job for life if you want the job.” Somehow he didn’t seem happy about this, but he accepted the offer.
The manager looked out a window into the chapel of the church at all of the people that had gathered to listen to the Pope speak. I looked out the window as well, and listened in on the announcement. The Pope’s image faded into view, and as he started to speak, I woke up.
I never did find out what the important announcement was, and I wondered about it for the rest of the day. What was he going to say? I guess I’ll never know.
American Idol
I’ve watched a few episodes of American Idol this season, and I got my fill. I probably won’t watch it again until the end of the season when the last 4 or 5 people are left. That way I’m certain to get a decent performance out of them. Everything between the really horrible (and funny!) auditions and the really good performances at the end are a waste of my time.
Anyway… I had a dream that I was part of American Idol, and I’m not sure where it came from. It’s also quite disturbing (at least from my point of view.)
Simon walks up to me and says, “It’s against my better judgment, but we’re giving some of these bush-baby buffoons a second chance at getting on the show. They’re your responsibility. Weed them out, and only give back to me the ones that have shown remarkable improvement.”
As he walks away, I feel the desire to kick his British ass, but he’s my boss, so I hold back. I turn around and I find a ton of hopeful singers at my back. They’re eagerly awaiting my greeting. I say nothing to them, but I motion for them to follow me. I turn my back on them, and lead them up a hill, and into an ancient German castle that resides on the side of a cliff.
As we enter the castle, I pass by a mirror and I look like this guy. That’s right. I look like Vlad the Impaler. That’s when I realize that the people following me into the castle have two options:
- Make the show and win a shot to become rich and famous.
- Fail to make the show, and be thrown into the furnaces in the basement of the castle to heat the castle for the rest of the contestants.
However, the people following me like sheep do not realize their mortal peril. They think that they get another shot at being famous, and the worst thing that can happen is that they are shot down again and that they have to return to their homes a nobody.
I sit behind a table, and person after person after person auditions. My attitude is a cross between Paula (a cheerleader) and Simon (an asshole.) It’s an odd bipolar feeling of going between these two extremes while dressed up like an ancient killer of thousands of people.
In the end, I send hundreds to their deaths to the furnaces (but I’m toasty warm) and a few make it on to the show to try to compete with the real singers in American Idol. Somehow, I’m happy to say that I sent this guy off to the furnaces. Good riddance.
I usually wake up almost right after my dreams are over, but I seem to sense that I slept (and slept quite well, oddly enough) for a while after this dream ended.
Disjointed Dream
This dream was one of the strangest that I’ve had in a while….
I was sitting in a sweltering bus crossing a vast desert on a remote highway. In the bus were two former professional baseball players. One was talking about how the other had made two home runs in a row in the exact same way. As he was describing the home runs, I could picture them in my mind with amazing clarity. I could smell the peanuts, taste my hot dog, hear the crowd, feel the warmth of the sun on my face, and revel in the excitement of a home run being hit.
As I turned to the player that hit the home runs to congratulate him, I was faced with the fattest man that I’ve ever seen. He took up two seats on the bus, and corpulent rolls of fat rolled out from every crevasse of his body. He had no neck at all. He just had a lump of a head sitting atop several rolls of fat that drooped down into his shoulder area. It was quite disturbing. I couldn’t imagine this man as a professional athlete of any kind. He just smiled at me, and drawled out, “I haven’t always been this fat.”
Upon hearing these words, I found myself in the middle of a field surrounded by white horses that were on the verge of death. I know that many years ago, I read a story about a man that witnessed the death of a white horse, and it drove him to insanity. I knew that if I didn’t save every last horse, that I would be driven insane. Maybe I already was insane. I didn’t know. Among the horses stood a single black cow. I knew that if I could milk the cow, that I could feed the horses the milk, and then save their lives. I started furiously milking the cow, and forcing the horses to drink the purple milk that came from the black cow. In the end, I saved all of the horses, but I was exhausted. However, my sanity was safe.
As I found myself falling asleep in the field, I could smell the distinct smell of burning popcorn, and I discovered that I was in the lobby of my favorite movie theater. Something was wrong though. The lobby was full of teenage zombies, and the clerks behind the counter were also zombies. Somehow, they didn’t attack me. I got my burned popcorn in hand, and a large Diet Coke. I walked right past the usher without them seeing me, which was a good thing because I didn’t have a ticket. I ended up in a theater that was showing news clips from World War II. I never personally experienced this, but my grandparents told me that this was how the news of the war would reach the United States populace. I sat in wonder as I watched video of men storming beaches, firing their guns, and dying horrible deaths.
I decided that I didn’t want to watch any more of this, so I left my burned popcorn and partially drunk Diet Coke behind. As I walked out of the theater, I found myself on the side of a desert road. A large purple and white bus roared through the shimmering heat towards me, and it ground to a halt with the hiss of air brakes. The driver opened the door, and told me to get inside. When I entered the bus, the two baseball players were there waiting for me. The fat one waved me over, “Come on, boy. Have a seat. We’ve been waiting for you.”
As I sat back down in the bus, I woke up to something that startled me. It was about 4:45 in the morning, and for some reason I was very frightened. One of my cats looked up at me with concern. She came over to me and started to lick my face to comfort me. Her purring and attention calmed me down and told me that everything was right with the world. I cuddled up to her, and slowly fell back to a peaceful sleep…
Bookstore
Yesterday some friends of mine and I were talking about the benefits of going to a locally owned business over a “big box” store that is owned by stockholders and run by a CEO. I’m all in favor of going to smaller, local businesses for my purchases in order to support them. If I have the option of going to a small business over a large corporation, I’ll pick the small business. This isn’t always an option, though.
Anyway, this conversation must have invaded my dreams because I spent most of the night dreaming that I was in a role-playing shop. It was in my hometown, and run by one of the rudest owners that I’ve ever met. However, I still shopped there when I lived back in Texas because it was pretty much the only place to get what I wanted to buy.
In my dream, the owner had taken these really large role-playing books (over an inch thick each), stripped them apart, photocopied them, and rebound them. He was selling the original books for normal price, and he was selling his copies for $1 less than the publishers’ copies. I guess he was trying to turn an extra buck. That’s very much the attitude of this guy.
I remember getting very upset at him for piracy of the publishers’, authors’, and game desiners’ works. I wanted to refuse to buy anything from him, but he was my only option in the dream. I wanted to buy this new role-playing game that had an orange cover, and all of its supplements (which also had orange covers.) The problem was that I could not afford any of them. I remember dejectedly looking through the books and marveling at how wonderful they were.
I spent most of the night reading through these books and lamenting over the fact that I could not take them home. This is pretty normal for me when I lived back in Texas. I had a hard time staying at jobs, and, consequently, I had very little money for luxury items. I’m glad those days are behind me (both the job jumping and the shortage of money.)
Paralyzed Pizza
I somehow found myself working in a pizza joint. This is not all that odd because in my waking hours, I’ve worked for seven different pizza joints. However, this is where the normality of the dream ends. The pizza place was part of an ancient Irish monastery. I’ve been studying them this week for my Irish history class, so I’m sure that is where the monastery comes into play. The cooks were all monks that spoke only Latin (but I somehow managed to understand them just fine.) They were great to work around. No matter how sweaty the hot kitchen made them, and how often we messed up orders, they were happy to sling dough, slop sauce around, and chop the pizzas. It was a real joy to be around them. It makes me wonder if monks (past or present) are/were that fun to be around.
The strangest thing is that (besides myself) the wait staff was comprised entirely of paraplegic women. They would roll around the floor delivering drink, food, and merriment. They worked themselves into a fervor with their desire to make the customers happy. The only problem that I had was that they were all incompetent, and could not get an order correct to save their lives. The monks didn’t seem to care, but the customers were getting upset with this.
I think I was the manager because it was my job to follow along behind the wait staff and fix things that they had messed up. I was constantly running behind them double-checking everything, and getting it all right. It was the oddest thing. Even though I was working my ass off and fixing other peoples’ mistakes, I never once got upset. The laughter of the monks was infectious, and that kept me in good spirits.
Towards the end of the dream, we served a man a great meal. His “tip” to the waitress was to cure her paralysis. Did we just serve pizza to Jesus? How strange. The woman leapt from her wheelchair, and started somersaulting around the restaurant. She went from table to table getting all orders, drink refills, and other requests correctly. Somehow the man (Jesus?) had also cured her incompetence. I went to ask the man if he could cure the rest of the wait staff, but he was already gone.
I went into the kitchen to ask the monks about the man. They smiled knowingly, and just said, “He’ll be back when he’s ready. Just be ready for him.”
My dreams usually seem to last right up to the moment that I wake up, but after hearing the monks talk about this miracle worker, I faded off to sleep. Even though I only managed to get 5 1/2 hours of sleep, I woke up feeling fairly refreshed, and ready for work.
Naked Girls
Here’s a dream that I had last week….
I woke up on a mattress in a huge pile of pillows of various size. The pillows were all long tubes of cloth stuffed with filling, but there were tiny little ones, lots of medium sized ones, and a few large ones. They were very comfortable, and I enjoyed laying in them.
Then the door to the room that I was in, and I realized that I was in a girls’ locker room back in my high school. I never entered the room in real life, so I’m not sure how I knew that it was the girls’ locker room. Anyway, there was a naked girl walking into the room. I’m not sure who she was since I didn’t recognize her from my history.
I suddenly realized that I was also naked in the bed of pillows. I was so afraid that I would be seen naked in the girls’ locker room, and be called out as a pepping tom, a pervert, or some other horrible thing. I was already an outcast in high school, and I didn’t need to give the upper crust a new excuse to treat me badly.
As the girl approached, I realized that if I couldn’t see her, then she couldn’t see me. So I closed my eyes. Yep. It worked. Even though my eyes were closed, I could tell that she couldn’t see me. I sneaked a quick peek out from half-closed eyes to see if she was still around. She was, but she was walking out of the shower with a towel around her body. Now that she wasn’t naked, she couldn’t see me anymore, so I opened my eyes all the way and admired the view.
I watched as she slowly got dressed, and left. As soon as she was gone, another girl, also naked, walked into the locker room, but she was not alone. This time a whole group of girls walked in. I was mortified again, so I closed my eyes in an attempt to remain hidden.
I soon found that I had fallen asleep in the pillows that were very comfortable. Suddenly, someone was calling my name out. I didn’t want to acknowledge them because I was afraid of getting busted in the girls’ locker room. The voice was familiar, and finally it pierced through my sleep who it was.
It was Craing. He was calling through the bedroom door in an effort to wake me up. Kiara had left for work early, and Shinto was taking the week off. That meant that Craing and I were on our own for carpooling that day. I had slept through my alarms, and Craing was trying to wake me up.
The dream quickly faded from my mind as I threw myself out of bed to get ready for the day. It wasn’t until later in the day when I remembered what I had dreamed, and I had to get it down before it faded from my mind all the way.
