::: post-protestant thoughts :::

Monday, December 06, 2004

::: i have a dream :::

well martin luther king jr i'm not . . . as a matter of fact i'm not even close but that was the best title i could come up with on the spot . . .

as you may know from my last post things at work are tremendously stressful . . . the good news is you were ‘retained’ for employment purposes . . . GREAT you keep your job . . . the bad news is however you are also keeping three other people’s jobs . . . that's the most recent theme at work . . . so a lot has been in my head rumbling around . . . okay so I was asleep last night and I had this dream and I would like the meaning . . . perhaps someone can ‘discern it’ . . . i'm sure a different perspective would be helpful . . . in the dream i'm:

I’m sitting on this park bench type of thing and there is this person right next to me (this man is sitting to my left) and we are happy . . . talking . . . enjoying each other . . . engaging conversation . . . I think in the back of my head it was Jesus but I can’t be sure (that sounds familiar, so it must have been him, I’m just figuring that out as I type!) . . . anyway . . . very conversational . . . we were just talking . . . and all of a sudden i notice there are a lot of people walking in two directions on what appeared to be a sidewalk next to the bench we were sitting on . . . concrete at our feet extends to the walkway and people walking on a sidewalk deal next to us . . . we were out of the ‘traffic’ sitting on the bench . . . at the side . . . watching everyone walk by . . . suddenly I am asked what I think of this guy who is walking and facing us in the ‘traffic’ next to us . . . (I’m sort of slow at times . . . it was like I was sort of spacing out . . . huh . . . who . . . I saw his facing and it was obvious that he was looking at me and that he knew he was being pointed out) . . . I only caught his eye . . . a glimpse at best then he was gone out of the peripheral my vision and I mentally went back to whatever interesting thing the person next to me had opened up in our conversation . . . as suddenly as I returned to those momentary thought . . . this guys is behind us . . . were still on the bench and I’m sort of oblivious in thought and the guy that was pointed out to me was directly over my left shoulder . . . bent over sort of . . . his head is now between the head of me and the person who was sitting next to me on the bench . . . inserted like . . . the atmosphere at the bench quickly became cold and somehow disgusting . . . I sort of turned around and at the same time getting up spit at him . . . I then awoke turning my head and feeling the moister on my pillow from the fresh spit . . . he was disgusting . . . like a pervert (but not sexual) . . . it was weird . . .

any help?

peace :::

# posted by david : 12/06/2004 08:53:00 AM