strange but thought-provoking dream
i just had a religious dream. not a "i've seen the light" dream, but a "i'm struggling with religion" dream, which is interesting considering the practical amount of observance i've been, er, observing.
so here's the dream:
i was in a gospel choir (who knows why, but it had jamie foxx in it...but as a younger, more dashing jamie foxx...is this some strange undertone or just random?...you decide...possibly cause i just saw The Kingdom the other day, though..) and suddenly the story really begins with a wooden door decoration which, for some reason or another, was the husband of a girl (white, just so you know) in the choir. the husband/wooden flower pot was encased in a glass case, and got so nervous about something -- it was understood that it was the religious stuff going around, not being a flower pot -- that he started freaking out. well, i called the girl's attention to it/him and she picked him out of the case and she and i went to this gigantic map of mexico that looked more in the shape of a chicken than anything. she hung the thing up on the wall, and turned it, as in his face, towards the wall and bolted it. i commented that the where she put it on the map, it looked like a baseball diamond. (dunno what the deal with that is, but there ya go) so, she and i started talking bout something, and Channukah came up, and she said something about the miracle of Channukah -- oil is the true miracle, something like that. then i freaked out and left. it was all sort stressful for some reason. i couldn't bare the thought of miracles...she said it with such conviction, it seemed terrifying. i got outta there, like fled into a snow filled plaza -- it was snowing in the dream. she chased after me, trying to figure out what the matter was. after a long time of "get away from me!" and coming to some friends crying, and having them run away,(!!), she finally caught up to me. i explained to her that i couldn't stand hearing stuff about miracles. and she agreed not to say anything...but denying it. i told her, angrily, what she said, and she said, "oh. hm."
then, really suddenly, appeared my rabbi from Beth El in Springfield, with a couple of other people. and they asked me to say kiddush (blessing over the wine). we ended up in a large social hall type room with lots of cookies (a tisch or a kiddish, basically) -- and i tried to say it, but stumbled because i was saying it from memory, and it all came from everyone to help me out. but they got it wrong, it was supposed to be for the Shabbat, the sabbath, but it ended up being the one for Passover, and we skipped a part too, and so the girl (who was still with me at the time) chimed in with the correct part. i high fived her. then we all sat down to chat and eat cookies, and i spent some time looking for good ones, like a kid. i found a big one with some weird jelly decorations on it, and suddenly the girl disappeared from the scene. and i woke up.
hm.
andrew
so here's the dream:
i was in a gospel choir (who knows why, but it had jamie foxx in it...but as a younger, more dashing jamie foxx...is this some strange undertone or just random?...you decide...possibly cause i just saw The Kingdom the other day, though..) and suddenly the story really begins with a wooden door decoration which, for some reason or another, was the husband of a girl (white, just so you know) in the choir. the husband/wooden flower pot was encased in a glass case, and got so nervous about something -- it was understood that it was the religious stuff going around, not being a flower pot -- that he started freaking out. well, i called the girl's attention to it/him and she picked him out of the case and she and i went to this gigantic map of mexico that looked more in the shape of a chicken than anything. she hung the thing up on the wall, and turned it, as in his face, towards the wall and bolted it. i commented that the where she put it on the map, it looked like a baseball diamond. (dunno what the deal with that is, but there ya go) so, she and i started talking bout something, and Channukah came up, and she said something about the miracle of Channukah -- oil is the true miracle, something like that. then i freaked out and left. it was all sort stressful for some reason. i couldn't bare the thought of miracles...she said it with such conviction, it seemed terrifying. i got outta there, like fled into a snow filled plaza -- it was snowing in the dream. she chased after me, trying to figure out what the matter was. after a long time of "get away from me!" and coming to some friends crying, and having them run away,(!!), she finally caught up to me. i explained to her that i couldn't stand hearing stuff about miracles. and she agreed not to say anything...but denying it. i told her, angrily, what she said, and she said, "oh. hm."
then, really suddenly, appeared my rabbi from Beth El in Springfield, with a couple of other people. and they asked me to say kiddush (blessing over the wine). we ended up in a large social hall type room with lots of cookies (a tisch or a kiddish, basically) -- and i tried to say it, but stumbled because i was saying it from memory, and it all came from everyone to help me out. but they got it wrong, it was supposed to be for the Shabbat, the sabbath, but it ended up being the one for Passover, and we skipped a part too, and so the girl (who was still with me at the time) chimed in with the correct part. i high fived her. then we all sat down to chat and eat cookies, and i spent some time looking for good ones, like a kid. i found a big one with some weird jelly decorations on it, and suddenly the girl disappeared from the scene. and i woke up.
hm.
andrew