Dreaming of "Tent Revivals"
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chochiyo_samaTHIS is an entry I wrote about a week ago, but my computer froze, and I thought I had lost it. When I signed in today, lo and behold, the LJ system had saved it as a draft.
It's kind of Ironic that both of the things I put up today are of a religious nature--but one is nice and the other (this one) is disturbing.
I am feeling a quite a bit less fucked up.
Which is a good thing.
I had a very weird dream on Thursday night that was sort of intriguing and sort of disturbing. I can't remember much of it now, since I waited too long to write it down--but I'll share what I can remember.
I dreamt I was at a hotel--a pretty fancy one, except for the fact that the rooms were all open--it was like the beds and things were right out in the hallways. But it was very elegant. I was there for a seminar of some sort. I was with my mother, and I wasn't very fired up about the seminar because it was some bible-thumping evangelist.
Anyhow, I did not want to go to the meeting, but I felt like I had to.
It was held in a huge auditorium--a big stage up front with microphones and stands with flowers, and a barrel chested guy in a suit strutting around on stage with greasy slicked back hair talking about JEE SUS. People in the audience had that glassy-eyed fanatical look to them.
I instantly thought, "Fuck this," and decided to get out of there.
Suddenly, a little girl approached me and said something like, "Hello, Sara."
I said something to her, but I don't remember what. Then she told me that God had told her my name.
"He did, huh?" I replied. "That's interesting. I always thought God was infallible--yet he can't even remember my name?"
Then the little girl kissed me right on the mouth.
I was horrified and disgusted by it. I don't know why. It felt as gross to me as the idea of licking a maggoty dead cat. She twined her skinny little arms around my neck and started kissing my whole face--wet kisses. I was trying to pull her off, and she said, "You're so sweet, I could just kiss you all day."
She was like a leech. I couldn't pry her off me.
Somehow I escaped and was in the parking lot looking for my car. Of course, I can never find my car in my dreams. It's never where I put it.
All the while, I was thinking about how repugnant that whole scene was to me, and feeling guilty too--since I felt like I was rejecting God. But I wasn't rejecting GOD--I was rejecting the freakish fanatics who were practically orgasmic with their weird religious experience.
When I woke up, I was still repulsed and horrified.
I don't know what sort of deep psychological weirdness in my subconscious THAT was about....but....ewwww.
It's kind of Ironic that both of the things I put up today are of a religious nature--but one is nice and the other (this one) is disturbing.
I am feeling a quite a bit less fucked up.
Which is a good thing.
I had a very weird dream on Thursday night that was sort of intriguing and sort of disturbing. I can't remember much of it now, since I waited too long to write it down--but I'll share what I can remember.
I dreamt I was at a hotel--a pretty fancy one, except for the fact that the rooms were all open--it was like the beds and things were right out in the hallways. But it was very elegant. I was there for a seminar of some sort. I was with my mother, and I wasn't very fired up about the seminar because it was some bible-thumping evangelist.
Anyhow, I did not want to go to the meeting, but I felt like I had to.
It was held in a huge auditorium--a big stage up front with microphones and stands with flowers, and a barrel chested guy in a suit strutting around on stage with greasy slicked back hair talking about JEE SUS. People in the audience had that glassy-eyed fanatical look to them.
I instantly thought, "Fuck this," and decided to get out of there.
Suddenly, a little girl approached me and said something like, "Hello, Sara."
I said something to her, but I don't remember what. Then she told me that God had told her my name.
"He did, huh?" I replied. "That's interesting. I always thought God was infallible--yet he can't even remember my name?"
Then the little girl kissed me right on the mouth.
I was horrified and disgusted by it. I don't know why. It felt as gross to me as the idea of licking a maggoty dead cat. She twined her skinny little arms around my neck and started kissing my whole face--wet kisses. I was trying to pull her off, and she said, "You're so sweet, I could just kiss you all day."
She was like a leech. I couldn't pry her off me.
Somehow I escaped and was in the parking lot looking for my car. Of course, I can never find my car in my dreams. It's never where I put it.
All the while, I was thinking about how repugnant that whole scene was to me, and feeling guilty too--since I felt like I was rejecting God. But I wasn't rejecting GOD--I was rejecting the freakish fanatics who were practically orgasmic with their weird religious experience.
When I woke up, I was still repulsed and horrified.
I don't know what sort of deep psychological weirdness in my subconscious THAT was about....but....ewwww.
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Date: 2007-02-08 08:02 pm (UTC)Well, I think you've nailed it.
Date: 2007-02-09 02:59 am (UTC)Re: Well, I think you've nailed it.
Date: 2007-02-09 01:36 pm (UTC)Creepy religious fanatics. I ran across a blog where someone was calling them Xtians and talking about their weird freaky GAWD, keeping that bunch separate from the Christians and God.
Ha ha.