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This is a biggie when it comes to dreams trying to tell you something.

I was in a huge house that I've been seeing a lot in my dreams lately. This time, my family owned it and we were going to visit my aunt in New Jersey. We were emptying out the basement of the family-owned house, and I and some of my cousins had become aware, years before, that the basement was haunted but we didn't know why or by whom.

As we emptied out the basement, it turned out that some of my aunts knew that the basement was haunted because they believed their kids, which my own parents hadn't. So we were all taking the contents out of the basement with a kind of grim anticipation since we knew this procedure would bring whatever was haunting out into the larger world.

At my aunt's house, I noticed that things were starting to be covered by a dusty black mold, and this was the taint of the evil. In a drawer I found a canvas, folded up, that when opened turned out to be a very large portrait of a great-great grandfather of mine who had been a powerful and evil wizard back in Mexico. He was dressed as a wealthy gentleman of the turn of the 19th/20th centuries and seated in his library. His curse was the reason for the taint, which started spreading rapidly.

So we started driving to my aunt's house in a van. As we traveled, the taint spread. Even newspaper articles brought up from the basement had this black mold on them and it made them tattered. The same with clothes, boxes, anything we had taken from the basement. The thing was, someone wanted the portrait, so we had to take it.

Eventually the bus broke down and I had to continue on on foot. I was trudging through a creekbed full of slushy snow (the wizard had made the weather bad) and I called upon Thor for strength and got through.

My destination turned out to be a big Anglican-style Gothic church. It was now all full of the dusty black mold. I started holding out my hands and calling on Jesus. One of my cousins came up behind me and asked me why, because I wasn't a Christian. "Because I know it works," I said. Whenever I called on Jesus, my hands lit up and a space became clean. I had cleaned the van, the family memorabilia and much of the church when a cousin said there were things back in the basement we'd left, but we had to get them. I said I couldn't let him go alone.

At one point there was a big religious statue, dressed in robes in Mexican style, in the basement. I held up a rodent skull and began to chant Hare Krishna. At this point in the real world, I started whimpering in my sleep, because I was shouting it through the clenched teeth of sleep paralysis. Steve woke me up slightly and then I went back into the dream.

The cathedral was now clean. I was sitting on the roof. Someone brought a statue of Santa Muerte to me, and her robes were now tattered black moldy lace. I said "Jesus" and her robes became white. She turned into Lafayette from "True Blood", said "Watch me flex!", and flexed her muscles happily. Then she turned into a fluffy white angel with a skull face and flew away.

I moved down to the choir loft. Some people brought me their Bibles and started asking me about God's involvement in this event. I told them, "Well, I'm an atheist, and the Hebrews were originally polytheists, let me show you in your Bible." Suddenly I realized that the Hasidic Jews celebrating down on the floor of the cathedral were dancing counter-clockwise. I ran downstairs and Steve woke me up as I was shouting, "Not widdershins! Not widdershins!" to them since I feared they were about to undo my and my cousins' hard work.


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Aug. 30th, 2011 05:45 pm (UTC)
This gets really trippy if the cathedral is a metaphor for an internal spiritual house.
Aug. 30th, 2011 07:10 pm (UTC)
I don't see any other way to interpret this as but the cathedral being my internal spiritual house. You know the amount of religious angsting I do. I think this means my spirituality might have Jesus as the religious fallback position, but it's never going to be orthodox in any sense of the word.
Aug. 30th, 2011 06:29 pm (UTC)
That is a fantastically complex dream.
Aug. 30th, 2011 07:10 pm (UTC)
I'm exhausted today from it.
Aug. 31st, 2011 03:07 am (UTC)
As you replied to caprine, I'm not surprised you're exhausted after a night like that. Apart from the convoluted mental activity, you were tensing muscles (paralysis) and trying to speak.

I hope you have something in your repertoire to help you relax tonight. Personally, I like to pre-order my dreams before falling asleep.
Aug. 31st, 2011 03:41 am (UTC)
Sleep paralysis is a normal phase of sleep, a safety measure built into our brains to keep us from getting hurt by acting out dreams. That I managed to try to speak while in that state shows that I was starting to emerge from REM anyway. Steve says that the time in between when I was trying to talk the first time and the time when I finally woke up was about 16 minutes, so this was a long dream too.

I'm wondering about going back to church sometimes. The ELCA Lutherans down the street top my list for churches to try. I just feel kind of like a hypocrite because I disbelieve most of the Bible (call it the Big Book of Hebrew Folk Tales) and invite other deities into my spirituality, deities who I do not see as all powerful or even immortal. This disqualifies me from Christianity and while I might want to attend a church I don't want my presence to offend believers.
Aug. 31st, 2011 04:20 am (UTC)
You so need to be able to BEAM IN to MCCT each Sunday. Because, in Brent's words, there's nothing hypocritical about being at one end, in the middle, or the other end between outright scepticism and belief that the Bible is the literal word of God. It's also a part of his Big Tent philosophy, that our church is big enough to allow people with many differing interpretations to mingle under one roof, as long as there is respect for all opinions.

When you see how many people attend who are Jewish, Muslim, Sikh and some faiths that I don't recognize (mainly from headwear), you know that they are comfortable being there and have no problem in maintaining their autonomous beliefs while in a mostly progressive Christian milieu.

But, getting back to your hesitation, do you really think you'll need to pass an Entrance Exam on the Bible, should you attend a Christian church? After all, there are so many people who attend primarily for a sense of community and not because they need to go around spouting Bible verses. [I think there's been far too much brainwashing by the big-mouthed fundamentalist idjits in that direction.]
Aug. 31st, 2011 05:08 am (UTC)
For a "big tent" approach I don't need MCCT because I can just hit up my local Universalist Unitarians. They have wiccan groups, even, although Wicca is definitely not my spiritual path.

ELCA is the liberal Lutherans. The local minister is a Chicana and ELCA is a welcoming community, which means gays and lesbians are welcome to be out without fear of censure.

There is also http://themetchurch.org, the MCC in San Diego. I have no feeling on it one way or the other.
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