NP: A house and flailing dream.

[Glenn Scheper]

Or it could be P relevant, to interpret Lew Basnight.

The end, and interpretation, are what is interesting.

In a small dream, I was living in a railroad boxcar,
with a small cabinet of books. Next thing I know, the
cabinet is turned over, and I am examining various
loaves of bread, all of them mouldy. One was the cut-off
end of a loaf, not so bad as the others, and I took a
bite, and it was hard.

In the main dream, I am in some house, descending a
large wooden staircase. I sense a woman at the bottom
of the stairs was watching me, but runs away, and when
I pass a doorway, I see her intently jogging on a
treadmill.

I go into the kitchen, thinking, I will bake a cake.
I look in the cupboards, and there are already some
nice looking cakes, each in a plastic display box.
Then I remember, I am not allowed to use the kitchen,
as if I am only a renter, a sojourner in this house.

That woman comes into the kitchen, watching me, and
I reach into a cupboard with glasses. I pull down an
oddly shaped deep blue glass, which, in retrospect,
was like a Klein bottle. I put it back on the shelf,
and out falls a bowl. I am relieved it did not break.
Putting it back, there were eight small drink glasses,
a row of four, with four more sitting in them, perched
on the front edge of the shelf. They start to fall out
of this overhead cabinet, and I try to swoop them all
up in my right hand. These several utensils suggest
to me: the Klein bottle, the self-intersecting, N+1
dimensional aspect of the Lamb; the bowls, parental
generations; the drink glasses, the seven churches,
which I say are the Jewish 7 by exclusion of 1 from
the Egyptian 8. I caught 6 of them, and the other 2
fell on the floor, and the stem of one was broken.

So I think, "there is a curse." Then in bounds some
young man, small but muscular, like a martial artist.
He says, "So this house is cursed?" and assaults me
to punish me for that thought statement. He says,
"Come with me into the bathroom." As I am following
him through a bedroom, I am pleading with him,
"Don't beat me too severely."

When we are alone in the bathroom, I see that he is
holding another man by the neck under his left arm,
a man that is already bloody, and he starts beating
on him. I yell, "Stop! What are you doing?". And he
says, "This is me."

As so many times before, I woke up thinking, what a
bizarre dream!

Upon some reflection, I realized that the end part
represents Jesus, and his sacrificial atonement
for me, who is worthy of "many stripes". I thought
that was a pretty uplifting dream, so I wanted to
share it. I think the boxcar represents my youth,
an insular but studious person, a "weak" atheist,
whereas the house represents my post-saved life,
only a sojourner in this world, which continually
presents its quixotic problems, of which I have
become aware.

The other day, I thought, or my spirit lamented,
"Oh, this house of mud and fire!"

Yours truly,
Glenn Scheper
http://home.earthlink.net/~glenn_scheper/
glenn_scheper + at + earthlink.net
Copyleft(!) Forward freely.