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two night in a row I've beenhaving strange dreams.
it started at some sort of gathering. It was for some obscure religious group that had recently been founded. Some slightly twisted version of christianity. I was there because my Granny and my two aunts were both there and I'd come along for the ride. there was a group of maybe thirty people listening to the guy, but he talked as if there were thousands of people listening. And he wasn't a very good public speaker. Everyone was standing in the shade of a huge house that parts of it were very traditional country manor house, and others were very gothic. The speaker was standing under a stone arch of one of the gothic parts of the house.
It turns out that the person who had founded their strange little branch had died a little while ago. And just recently they discovered he'd killed himself. So rather than disbanding the followers becuase their leader was in hell for killing himself, they decided to decree that suicide was ok, as long as you did it on the same "sacred" mountain that their leader had. I wasn't paying very close attention after that becuase I didn't follow their religion, but my aunt Jo suddenly leaned in and told me "I think I'm going to tell them that I want to die on the mountain." I was startled and alarmed by this declaration before she said "No, no, I'm not going to actually kill myself. But if you tell them that they pay for you to take the trip and you can always change your mind about dying."
The next part is a little fuzzy. There was a woman there in a green dress. I could tell from looking at her that there was something not quite right about her, but I'm not sure what. I think she was arguing with the speaker person about something. I think about how and where the leader dude had died.glass
Then the dream went into a sort of interlude. It was like a poorly done, 80s horror film, where during the special effects you could see the blue screen. It took place on one of the gothic stone staircases in the house. The man that had been given the speech was being cornered by the woman in the green dress. But now she looked dead, not in a real way but like in a blue makeup sort of way. But i know in the dream she was supposed to be dead. I think that's what was wrong with her earlier but she didn't look dead then. as she cornered the guy two more ghost people appeared, and they closed in on the guy. I don't think I saw him for the rest of the dream.
Then I was back to myself. My family and I were just kind of wandering aroung the grounds to the house. It was some kind of old mansion and had acres of land around it. My Aunt Carol and I were walking with her granddaughter Katie. we went to this luncheon thing that was being held in like a greenhouse. I honestly don't remember there actually being food at the luncheon, everyone was drinking red wine. I wanted some, but there weren't any more glasses. They told me that there were wine glasses all over the place back at the house and to go find myself one. i finally did and I didn't even need to go in the house, there were some on a stone wall under a walkway against the house. So I picked out a glass that I liked and went back to the greenhouse. I poured mself some wine and drank half the glass when I suddenly realized that I'd meant to get it for the deacon guy that was presiding over the lunch since the guy in charge wasn't around anymore. So I set the glass down in front, of him, apologized for drinking half of it, then filled it back up for him.
After that I know there's a big gap in my memory of the dream. I know I went out and played with my dog for a while. I don't think it was actually Ginny in the dream, but whatever dog it was was mine.
Later in the dream I was inside the house looking out a window into a little courtyard entrance. My mom had come there too and decided to plant a garden, and I was watching pretty birds that were coming to land on vines she'd planted that climbed up the window. out in the yard there was this enormous bud that looked vaguely like something from jumangi, and these 12 foot long plants that looked like beetles. The leaves made up the wings folded down their back. I kept expecting them to fly off. As I was watching the birds, one of the petals on the bud opened to reveal a hollow interior that was crawling with strange looking bugs.
It was shortly after that that I woke up. strange, strange dream.
it started at some sort of gathering. It was for some obscure religious group that had recently been founded. Some slightly twisted version of christianity. I was there because my Granny and my two aunts were both there and I'd come along for the ride. there was a group of maybe thirty people listening to the guy, but he talked as if there were thousands of people listening. And he wasn't a very good public speaker. Everyone was standing in the shade of a huge house that parts of it were very traditional country manor house, and others were very gothic. The speaker was standing under a stone arch of one of the gothic parts of the house.
It turns out that the person who had founded their strange little branch had died a little while ago. And just recently they discovered he'd killed himself. So rather than disbanding the followers becuase their leader was in hell for killing himself, they decided to decree that suicide was ok, as long as you did it on the same "sacred" mountain that their leader had. I wasn't paying very close attention after that becuase I didn't follow their religion, but my aunt Jo suddenly leaned in and told me "I think I'm going to tell them that I want to die on the mountain." I was startled and alarmed by this declaration before she said "No, no, I'm not going to actually kill myself. But if you tell them that they pay for you to take the trip and you can always change your mind about dying."
The next part is a little fuzzy. There was a woman there in a green dress. I could tell from looking at her that there was something not quite right about her, but I'm not sure what. I think she was arguing with the speaker person about something. I think about how and where the leader dude had died.glass
Then the dream went into a sort of interlude. It was like a poorly done, 80s horror film, where during the special effects you could see the blue screen. It took place on one of the gothic stone staircases in the house. The man that had been given the speech was being cornered by the woman in the green dress. But now she looked dead, not in a real way but like in a blue makeup sort of way. But i know in the dream she was supposed to be dead. I think that's what was wrong with her earlier but she didn't look dead then. as she cornered the guy two more ghost people appeared, and they closed in on the guy. I don't think I saw him for the rest of the dream.
Then I was back to myself. My family and I were just kind of wandering aroung the grounds to the house. It was some kind of old mansion and had acres of land around it. My Aunt Carol and I were walking with her granddaughter Katie. we went to this luncheon thing that was being held in like a greenhouse. I honestly don't remember there actually being food at the luncheon, everyone was drinking red wine. I wanted some, but there weren't any more glasses. They told me that there were wine glasses all over the place back at the house and to go find myself one. i finally did and I didn't even need to go in the house, there were some on a stone wall under a walkway against the house. So I picked out a glass that I liked and went back to the greenhouse. I poured mself some wine and drank half the glass when I suddenly realized that I'd meant to get it for the deacon guy that was presiding over the lunch since the guy in charge wasn't around anymore. So I set the glass down in front, of him, apologized for drinking half of it, then filled it back up for him.
After that I know there's a big gap in my memory of the dream. I know I went out and played with my dog for a while. I don't think it was actually Ginny in the dream, but whatever dog it was was mine.
Later in the dream I was inside the house looking out a window into a little courtyard entrance. My mom had come there too and decided to plant a garden, and I was watching pretty birds that were coming to land on vines she'd planted that climbed up the window. out in the yard there was this enormous bud that looked vaguely like something from jumangi, and these 12 foot long plants that looked like beetles. The leaves made up the wings folded down their back. I kept expecting them to fly off. As I was watching the birds, one of the petals on the bud opened to reveal a hollow interior that was crawling with strange looking bugs.
It was shortly after that that I woke up. strange, strange dream.
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