The Word of God
I was in grandmother's house. In her room was a machine that made scents. This bemused many of us. There was a box in the room. Sitting in the box was a man. They claimed that if you asked this man a question, God would answer. There were many people at the house supporting the man. I was skeptical as were most that heard of this. I figured it was a scam.
I asked a question. I don't remember what I asked, but the answer I got was true. I was amazed. I then became part of a story. I was a sheriff and a writer. The next day, I brought an ex-con to the house with me. (The ex-con in this dream happened to be James Remar. I told the ex-con about the man in the box. When we went to the man in the box, he was pretending to be a tree as if not to be noticed. The ex-con asked his question. His question was "Where is it?" I thought, he's trying to trick the man in the box, asking an erroneous question. But God replied without pause, "It's in topeka county near Albequerque, just down I45 and under the bridge." The answer was incredibly detailed and as we heard it, we knew exactly where to go to find it, whatever that might be. Now I was thinking that the ex-con had asked where some treasure was, some stolen money or other such thing. I was stunned by the response. But the answer was given so we left.
We headed to the place God told us to go. When we arrived there were many people there. Something was happening. We walked over to a cliff where everyone was gathered. I saw a man tapping his toe and knew the man in the box that was God was watching via these peoples feet. The people were upset. At the edge of the cliff, the man in charge there said things. "We've done all we can. The blood... It's too far down. Can't save him...
I looked at the ex-con. He was totally confident. He nodded to me and I knew what he wanted and that I would help him. We stepped forward. The ex-con said, "I'll go". He got on a rope that was attached to a crane. We were going to lower him down. The man in charge tried to stop us saying, "You don't understand... there's..." The ex-con shook his head. "I'm going". He had his answer from God and nothing was stopping him. We began to lower him down. Near the bottom was a small beach, the edge of a large lake, a crashed boat, and sharks. Lots of sharks. Half way down the rope stopped. It did not reach far enough. Then the rope suddenly broke or maybe the ex-con let go. He dropped into the water. The sharks began to move and he was right in the middle of all of them. One by one the sharks tried to take him, and one by one the sharks died. The ex-con was slicing them open with a knife as they tried to eat him. A larger one came up under him and pushed him around. There was some panic above but he kept killing them. Soon all the sharks were dead. We raised the excon back up somehow. SOmeone left on the crashed boat. The incident was over. The day was saved.
I returned home with the ex-con. I had writers block and my wife was mad at me for galavanting around instead of writing the next chapter of my book. I turned to her angry and said what I said to her many times, "Look, I can't just sit down and write a chapter, the chapter writes itself!" and as I said it, the excon turned and said the same thing at the exact same time sounding just like me. My wife and I stopped and looked at the ex-con, wondering if he was me. I awoke shortly after.
posted by Jeff Gatlin 11/17/2000 10:45:31 AM
Mission Impossible Goes Back In Time
I dreamed I was driving up to my old high school. I saw my friend Fred's 55 Chevy in the parking lot near the band hall. It was dark black, sleeker and mean looking. As I walked towards the band hall entrance, Dave Metzener and Bryan Files (co-workers) walked up. Someone in the background said, "It's the Mission Impossible Team. Do you think you can do the job?" I knew that we would try.
One thing as we approached became very obvious to me. We had travelled back in time to when I was in school. I wondered if I would meet myself. Alas, it seemed we had gone back before I got into high school. We entered the band hall. It was chaos. A wild party with noise every was going on.
In the center of it all was my junior high band director. He was wearing a suit and looking important and in charge. Where was Alsbrooks, my first year high school director? I knew he ran the band even before I joined high school band. This was what was wrong. Somehow my junior high school band director (Mr. Hopkins) had taken over and was ruling over all. How would we stop him?
Alas, solving this caper was not to be because I became infatuated with trying to identify the girls in the band. I went from girl to girl looking them over, trying to find someone I recognized. I didn't know if I was looking for anyone in particular, but I kept looking. The world began to spin out of control and the dream was lost.
posted by Jeff Gatlin 11/6/2000 11:13:05 PM