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Tonight I had a very, very odd dream, which I will attempt to transcribe in full. It came following my first attempt at using the contemplative prayer technique from my Mystagogy papers. I had a weird feeling about the technique when I first read it. Maybe now I know why. I was contemplating the concept of Obedience, so that might tie in.
So anyway. I was working for/endentured to an old man who ran a hotel in an “old city” atmosphere I didn’t really recognize, but could have been almost any residential area near the harbour in my current city. The hotel was small, no more than twenty rooms. I distinctly remember two groups.
My girlfriend was in the first group, along with several older men and her mother. Her mother and her had to leave a night early, but on the last night of the first group’s stay, the old man gave a speech to several, encouraging them to stay and help him kill off the next group!
The next group arrived, again, mostly older men, and, again, I recognized someone from my past; a man I’ll call K who I greatly respected in College and a lapsed catholic himself. Midway through a dinner with all the guests, the Old Manager got up and lit tit the back of K’s sweater on fire. K didn’t notice, but I realized the longer I glared at him that the fire had moved to being inside of his chest.
Almost as soon as I woke up, I understood that the dream had something to say about Sin as one possible interpretation. Is that my subconscious playing tricks on me? Just a dream, right?
So anyway. I was working for/endentured to an old man who ran a hotel in an “old city” atmosphere I didn’t really recognize, but could have been almost any residential area near the harbour in my current city. The hotel was small, no more than twenty rooms. I distinctly remember two groups.
My girlfriend was in the first group, along with several older men and her mother. Her mother and her had to leave a night early, but on the last night of the first group’s stay, the old man gave a speech to several, encouraging them to stay and help him kill off the next group!
The next group arrived, again, mostly older men, and, again, I recognized someone from my past; a man I’ll call K who I greatly respected in College and a lapsed catholic himself. Midway through a dinner with all the guests, the Old Manager got up and lit tit the back of K’s sweater on fire. K didn’t notice, but I realized the longer I glared at him that the fire had moved to being inside of his chest.
Almost as soon as I woke up, I understood that the dream had something to say about Sin as one possible interpretation. Is that my subconscious playing tricks on me? Just a dream, right?
and may the LORD be with you.