SimplyStrange
August 13th, 2001, 01:01 AM
This is one of those dreams that you wake up thinking "What the Hell?"
I had it a couple of weeks ago, and copied it down on my comp for a friend of mine to read. Here is the letter I wrote to him:
8-02-01
I had one of the most bizarre dreams last night involving God. It was so strange because first it started out with absolutely nothing to do with God. First, we were all in this cave-type place. It was huge, mind you, so it really felt kinda' like a mansion, probably because it was enormous and we (the other people and me) were all gathering for something. Anywho, this chick
I was with had these two golden Egyptian figurines about he size of a two-year-old -- one of Horus and another of a certain Pharoah, but I cannot remember which one. Anyway, I watched her pick up the Horus statue and sing a lullabye to it and it closed it's eyes and "fell asleep", if you will, and gave her something...I cannot remember what, but it was so strange to witness
this. And as she held it, I picked up the other one and began to sing to it, watching it close its eyes and re-open them, as if it couldn't sleep. And just before I could get it to "sleep", the walls of the cave furthest from us burst open in a few places and these weird undead things started coming after us, as if we had opened up some doorway to Hell or had unleashed a weird unimaginable power by a curse put on the statues. So we fought them off by hurling the spears they threw at us back at
them and eventually destroyed the master one and they all fled, sinking back into the ground.
The next part is strange, too. As I turned around, I saw an enormous man, standing the entire height of the cave, yet I could not see his face. But he stood before me, giving off a certain glow and I knew, though we had just fought off numerous hideous undead things, that he was peaceful and would not harm me. I dropped my spear and ran to him, and he seemed to get smaller,
small enough to hold me in his arms in a certain embrace. And I knew who he was right then. I don't know how I knew, but I knew he was the almighty. And it was strange because any times you see paintings and you hear people talk of him and Jesus and such and they describe or paint him with a perfectly spotless and bright white robe, yet in my dream he wore an earth-colored
robe. It almost blended in with the walls of the cave, and that kind of makes me smile...to think that he does not look all perfect and stuff like people say, he looks like a normal man.
Anyhow, we talked and talked and sometimes I would sit with him and ask him things and he would answer peacefully, chuckling every now and then. And it was great, because I remember talking with him about how great of friends we had
become. It seemed like I clicked instantly, I was not afraid to ask him things or to say things, and he had a great sense of humor. I can't remember his voice, and I never saw his face...and he changed sizes. Sometimes he would be huge, and other times he was small enough to sit and hold my hand. The dream was so peaceful, and I cannot remember what things I asked him, but
I suppose it's not important because any unanswered questions are probably buried, answered, within my subconscious. I only remember asking him one thing and it's silly. I asked him, "I know people say not to use your name in vain. So is it bad to say things like, 'Oh my God'? Or should I say something like, 'Oh my heck'?"(which is what my stepmonster says) He chuckled and told me he'd prefer if I didn't say God, but it really wasn't that important. So now I guess I'll make it a point to say Gosh or goodness or something. *sigh* The whole thing was so peaceful, that now I cannot help but smile about it. Yet what I find interesting, is that God would have known that I am a little confused about religion...but he did not tell me once that any religion was the "right" one. So I think I'm right where I stand, believing in no specific religion.
And today I feel so great! I dunno how to explain it...but I feel
magnificent. And now at least some of my questions are answered, even though I may not remember them. And I don't think I'll ever quite forget this dream, even if I have forgotten some of it already...the concept will never leave me...
That is the letter I wrote to my friend, and that is my dream. I have no clue what it means really, besides giving me some reassurance in my "I don't believe in organized religion" thing...
Any ideas, guys??
I had it a couple of weeks ago, and copied it down on my comp for a friend of mine to read. Here is the letter I wrote to him:
8-02-01
I had one of the most bizarre dreams last night involving God. It was so strange because first it started out with absolutely nothing to do with God. First, we were all in this cave-type place. It was huge, mind you, so it really felt kinda' like a mansion, probably because it was enormous and we (the other people and me) were all gathering for something. Anywho, this chick
I was with had these two golden Egyptian figurines about he size of a two-year-old -- one of Horus and another of a certain Pharoah, but I cannot remember which one. Anyway, I watched her pick up the Horus statue and sing a lullabye to it and it closed it's eyes and "fell asleep", if you will, and gave her something...I cannot remember what, but it was so strange to witness
this. And as she held it, I picked up the other one and began to sing to it, watching it close its eyes and re-open them, as if it couldn't sleep. And just before I could get it to "sleep", the walls of the cave furthest from us burst open in a few places and these weird undead things started coming after us, as if we had opened up some doorway to Hell or had unleashed a weird unimaginable power by a curse put on the statues. So we fought them off by hurling the spears they threw at us back at
them and eventually destroyed the master one and they all fled, sinking back into the ground.
The next part is strange, too. As I turned around, I saw an enormous man, standing the entire height of the cave, yet I could not see his face. But he stood before me, giving off a certain glow and I knew, though we had just fought off numerous hideous undead things, that he was peaceful and would not harm me. I dropped my spear and ran to him, and he seemed to get smaller,
small enough to hold me in his arms in a certain embrace. And I knew who he was right then. I don't know how I knew, but I knew he was the almighty. And it was strange because any times you see paintings and you hear people talk of him and Jesus and such and they describe or paint him with a perfectly spotless and bright white robe, yet in my dream he wore an earth-colored
robe. It almost blended in with the walls of the cave, and that kind of makes me smile...to think that he does not look all perfect and stuff like people say, he looks like a normal man.
Anyhow, we talked and talked and sometimes I would sit with him and ask him things and he would answer peacefully, chuckling every now and then. And it was great, because I remember talking with him about how great of friends we had
become. It seemed like I clicked instantly, I was not afraid to ask him things or to say things, and he had a great sense of humor. I can't remember his voice, and I never saw his face...and he changed sizes. Sometimes he would be huge, and other times he was small enough to sit and hold my hand. The dream was so peaceful, and I cannot remember what things I asked him, but
I suppose it's not important because any unanswered questions are probably buried, answered, within my subconscious. I only remember asking him one thing and it's silly. I asked him, "I know people say not to use your name in vain. So is it bad to say things like, 'Oh my God'? Or should I say something like, 'Oh my heck'?"(which is what my stepmonster says) He chuckled and told me he'd prefer if I didn't say God, but it really wasn't that important. So now I guess I'll make it a point to say Gosh or goodness or something. *sigh* The whole thing was so peaceful, that now I cannot help but smile about it. Yet what I find interesting, is that God would have known that I am a little confused about religion...but he did not tell me once that any religion was the "right" one. So I think I'm right where I stand, believing in no specific religion.
And today I feel so great! I dunno how to explain it...but I feel
magnificent. And now at least some of my questions are answered, even though I may not remember them. And I don't think I'll ever quite forget this dream, even if I have forgotten some of it already...the concept will never leave me...
That is the letter I wrote to my friend, and that is my dream. I have no clue what it means really, besides giving me some reassurance in my "I don't believe in organized religion" thing...
Any ideas, guys??