Dream of a gunpowder conflagration and green paper butterflies!
I got a weird phone call from Michigan: 616-980-2604, anyone? Probably a scammer! In other news, Sara W. (sparkle_bint) added me to Facebook - yay! The Internet wasn't working for a bit earlier today, so I went out for a while. I got home to start the laundry and resolved to work on my BootyBase / reports because that isn't dependent on a connection, but the Internet was working again. One of these days... *sigh*
Had a weird dream which involved a gunpowder wire being placed near a church, and I was the only one who knew about it. The person who had placed it there had committed suicide by jumping in the nearby deep river. So I enlisted several people's help, since the fuse was due to go off at any time - we eventually told everyone to get out of the church since it was going to blow. Everyone did except one poor person who didn't get the message... the church blew up a few minutes later, with lovely pyrotechnics and sparks. It was definitely an emotional time, of course... especially since we'd lost a member in the conflagration.
Then we were transported to another church, where it was Christmastime. The ushers (including Mei Lin) gave us boxes of felts, crayons, green paper, and paints to express ourselves artistically during service. I helped the kids draw some very weird things, then two of the people in service started chasing each other into the Granville Island-like market next door. They ran up several levels of stairs, up a few ladders, and finally burst into a room where some of the kids were doing crafts on a table.
Then the two people killed each other in front of the kids, and then turned into a paper butterfly and a crumpled piece of green paper. Phil and Melia arrived afterwards (in thick winter wear), and wondered what had happened. After we told them, we mourned the death of the one who had become a green paper butterfly. The dream ended after we buried the green paper butterfly under a special tree, and after we buried the crumpled paper under a bench outside the market. No matter what we thought of the crumpled paper, we knew that he deserved the sacrament of burial!
Hmm. Possible triggers:
* saying hi to Mei Lin, who was ushering on Sunday
* talking to both Phil and Melia this past weekend
* seeing Jeremy folding his bulletin when he got "bored" ((I had to tease him about that!)
* seeing the kids drawing stuff on paper at the Marr residence on Saturday
* seeing the multicolored paper in the church photocopy room on Saturday
* giving out several boxes of felts and coloring material to the Awana kids on Saturday
No idea where the gunpowder and chase bits came in, though!
Had a weird dream which involved a gunpowder wire being placed near a church, and I was the only one who knew about it. The person who had placed it there had committed suicide by jumping in the nearby deep river. So I enlisted several people's help, since the fuse was due to go off at any time - we eventually told everyone to get out of the church since it was going to blow. Everyone did except one poor person who didn't get the message... the church blew up a few minutes later, with lovely pyrotechnics and sparks. It was definitely an emotional time, of course... especially since we'd lost a member in the conflagration.
Then we were transported to another church, where it was Christmastime. The ushers (including Mei Lin) gave us boxes of felts, crayons, green paper, and paints to express ourselves artistically during service. I helped the kids draw some very weird things, then two of the people in service started chasing each other into the Granville Island-like market next door. They ran up several levels of stairs, up a few ladders, and finally burst into a room where some of the kids were doing crafts on a table.
Then the two people killed each other in front of the kids, and then turned into a paper butterfly and a crumpled piece of green paper. Phil and Melia arrived afterwards (in thick winter wear), and wondered what had happened. After we told them, we mourned the death of the one who had become a green paper butterfly. The dream ended after we buried the green paper butterfly under a special tree, and after we buried the crumpled paper under a bench outside the market. No matter what we thought of the crumpled paper, we knew that he deserved the sacrament of burial!
Hmm. Possible triggers:
* saying hi to Mei Lin, who was ushering on Sunday
* talking to both Phil and Melia this past weekend
* seeing Jeremy folding his bulletin when he got "bored" ((I had to tease him about that!)
* seeing the kids drawing stuff on paper at the Marr residence on Saturday
* seeing the multicolored paper in the church photocopy room on Saturday
* giving out several boxes of felts and coloring material to the Awana kids on Saturday
No idea where the gunpowder and chase bits came in, though!
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