Dream: Liturgy and priesthood

Last night’s dream:

I was on a spiritual retreat at some place which looked like a mansion; lots of big cushy rooms with expensive furniture.  There were other guests on this retreat, perhaps 20 in all.  I didn’t really get much of an impression of the other guests; incongruously for the surroundings, most of us were dressed very casually.  I, for instance, was in my usual T-shirt and jeans.  We engaged in only light discussion of our spiritual backgrounds/beliefs, mostly having just small talk, weather, sports, pop culture, etc.

A few of the guests however … [more]

Dream: A big mansion

(Initials used are pseudonymous and are not the real persons’ initials.)

Last night’s dream: I was coming into possession (but see below) of a big mansion somewhere. It wasn’t explicitly in Pittsburgh, nor explicitly not, but a number of waking-life friends dropped in for a party. Not every person in the dream was someone I know in waking life.

There were four floors. I was showing the place off to visitors.

One feature I remember was a large patio facing the back yard on which there was, absurdly, a bathtub.  It had a roof over it, … [more]

Already in

I just woke up, minutes ago, from an interesting dream.  I was joining a society with some secrets. In waking life, I know some of those secrets because they are widely available for reading by the curious, but I will omit them from this account so as not to “spoil” things for anyone interested.

I dreamt I was at an open-to-the-public informational meeting for the Freemasons.  People of all genders and ages were present; apparently it wasn’t just for the Masons strictly, but also for the ladies’ auxiliary group (Order of the Eastern Star) … [more]

A magical dream

I was awakened from a dream this morning by my phone making noise; a text came in.  It was outstanding timing.

You see, I was having a dream in which Our Hero (who was not me, per se; the dream was third-person, watching an action movie as it were) had defeated all of The Bad Guy’s henchmen and was preparing for the final confrontation.  The entire movie up to that point had been modern, technological; the weapons were guns, electronic warfare, and so forth.

But then Our Hero’s Crazy Sidekick/Mentor — sort of the Doc … [more]

bazaar

I dreamt I was appointed the U.S. Ambassador to Turkey, despite the fact that I don’t speak a word of Turkish and am lucky I can name two different cities in the land.  I was good at throwing parties, though.

While that was going on in the dreamlands, in the real world an old flame of mine from high school was friending me on Facebook.  Strange night.