Anti-Christians

Date of dream: Tuesday, April 06, 2010

Level of Lucidity: N/A     Level of Cohesiveness:
Lucid Intent? No    

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I’m walking into the LAC to go to a class or something. Apparently there are lots of classes in the LAC, because there are lots of people going in. There is a table outside, kind of like those at the Hoch. There is also a freshman standing out there wearing a shirt indicating that he is part of some anti-Christian club. I can’t remember the name/slogan of it for the life of me, but it seemed clever at the time. He’s drawing attention to himself and handing out propaganda. There are two more frosh right before the doors trying to hand out the newspaper of the same club. As I go up the stairs at the “LAC” (it really isn’t the LAC inside), there is a pile of these propaganda newspapers on the stairs. I take a quick look at one, since I’m not being forced to take it. One of he headlines is “Are Christians the only ones supporting the new same-race amendment?”) (The same-race amendment is apparently trying to secure the rights for people to marry other people of the same race, which makes no sense since people can already do that…) . I walk up the stairs, and on there is this film set up thing blocking my way to the movie/lecture/class, whatever I’m going to. It’s like the photoshoot things set up for school pictures, except with a video camera, and its taking up the whole hallway. It apparently has something to do with the gay pride events on campus this week. I gingerly step across it, and the two people manning it don’t notice. I apparently went the wrong way, because shortly thereafter I’m back to cross it again. This time the people notice and spend a rather long time worrying and trying to figure out which way I should go. I then head over to the big lecture hall where the thing I’m attending is, and people are coming out. I remember Finley and Caleb both came out with about 10 other people, but there were plenty behind them. I think I missed my event, but its possible that something else was going on. Either way, this is where this act ends.

 

Additional Comments:

This is the third in a series of 4 dreams that I had during a 1.5 hour nap on this date. The previous two are "I got an REU!" and "Mudderbana"

Phone Calls and Politics

Date of dream: Sunday, April 26, 2009

Level of Lucidity: N/A     Level of Cohesiveness:
Lucid Intent? No    

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I got in a huge misunderstanding with my mom over the phone. She told me some happy Christian story involving a music box over the phone, and I practically exploded at her because I felt like I’d heard it a bajillion times lately. She got really offended and freaked out and thought I was leaving God or something. Dad was really freaked out too.

Later, I’m on the phone with them again except I’m in the backyard of our house and there’s lots of others there too. I walk around towards the front and see my parents walking around from the front to the back. They are kind of upset that I’m actually at their home, since they were expecting a phone conversation. I’m on the verge of tears and want to talk it out in person, because it allows less confusion and more release of emotion. I explain that I was really stressed during the previous phone call.

Later, We are in the first row for some sort of talk (maybe church? maybe something political?). I lean my head on my mom’s shoulder to show that I care and think the fight should be over. She ignores me but lets me be. Somehow, during the course of the talk I end up leaning on the fat old city council member next to me, clutching his arm like I do Joel’s. Apparently, I’m very cute. There’s some other political guy sitting in front of me (or maybe on my lap? I don’t remember). When it’s over, a Moms in Touch lady several rows back says “that’s how she’s getting those guys at the nerd school. By being all cuddly” in a disdainful “how promiscuous” sort of voice.

Additional Comments:

In my original dream journal, I had an inline comment saying that I had been on the verge of tears a lot lately.