Sweet dreams...or not
Mar. 29th, 2004 07:39 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
triadruidWell, since I rarely can remember my dreams upon waking, I figured I should write this one down:
I was working in a Scientologist library the size of a University library, except they had actual books, like all 60 volumes of the Egyptian Book of the Dead. H.V. was very pleased at this, because she was sitting cross-legged on the floor and smiling beatifically, with one of the 4" tomes in her lap. There were sayings on the wall from various religious leaders, including The Lord God Almighty's take about "Give me that old time chaos" or something similar, Jesus' admonition to love your neighbor (the actual one), and something from Buddha I believe.
I don't remember what I was there specifically to do, because some scholar kept pestering me about Scientological matters that I wasn't really interested in. I wasn't getting overwhelmed by his arguments, they were just constant and annoying, like a mosquito in the ear.
Somehow, though, I had come there because of a failed conversation with my mother and stepfather about faith. That was hyper-realistic and if I can remember most of the points I made it will probably help when it actually comes time to do that, even though it went as poorly in the dream as it likely will in person.
Note to self: Make the points of comparison between polytheology and Christianity before actually dropping the bombshell part of it. It at least takes away most of their arguments and leaves them with "well you're wrong."
I know where a couple of those things come from, at least:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kittenpants was talking about Jesus' new law at dinner last night, and someone else had made mention of the "all paths lead to the same mountaintop" theory while we were waiting for a table.
Huh.
I was working in a Scientologist library the size of a University library, except they had actual books, like all 60 volumes of the Egyptian Book of the Dead. H.V. was very pleased at this, because she was sitting cross-legged on the floor and smiling beatifically, with one of the 4" tomes in her lap. There were sayings on the wall from various religious leaders, including The Lord God Almighty's take about "Give me that old time chaos" or something similar, Jesus' admonition to love your neighbor (the actual one), and something from Buddha I believe.
I don't remember what I was there specifically to do, because some scholar kept pestering me about Scientological matters that I wasn't really interested in. I wasn't getting overwhelmed by his arguments, they were just constant and annoying, like a mosquito in the ear.
Somehow, though, I had come there because of a failed conversation with my mother and stepfather about faith. That was hyper-realistic and if I can remember most of the points I made it will probably help when it actually comes time to do that, even though it went as poorly in the dream as it likely will in person.
Note to self: Make the points of comparison between polytheology and Christianity before actually dropping the bombshell part of it. It at least takes away most of their arguments and leaves them with "well you're wrong."
I know where a couple of those things come from, at least:
kittenpants was talking about Jesus' new law at dinner last night, and someone else had made mention of the "all paths lead to the same mountaintop" theory while we were waiting for a table.Huh.
