Cheater.
I just gotta post this dream!
So much stuff happened, it was really vivid. I was in this other world. Like the future, and it all started in this huge modern building that was an American church. They were amongst the likes of the Creationist Museum in Kentucky. They had all these posters about the legitimacy of God. And I started to preach about how they were too concerned with what God can do – they’ve forgotten about who God is. It’s a subject that’s been on my mind a lot lately, because I think part of America’s problem is the way it tries to make the Kingdom of God a strictly earthly thing. ”One nation under God,” and such.
After this I was in a car, looking out the passenger side window when I saw this guy manning a booth at a busy corner, we were on a campus. Well, I was just visiting for a time there. And basically, he was this really nice guy names Zoe (pronounced ‘Zo’). Weird, but it was the future, and I think magic was involved. So we started having this relationship, but I don’t remember what we did. All I know is that we kissed, and when I confided in some of my friends there, I said “Will is going to be so mad, because he’s never even kissed me,” etc. Only a few people knew about it, and I was doing everything in secrecy, because if any of my friends saw us together, they’d know I was cheating on my boyfriend. That’s what made me feel the worst. Plus, this kid, Zo, didn’t know I had a boyfriend and he thought I was the greatest thing in the world. (Our reationship, however, as far as I can remember, just involved kissing). I would often wander on my own, so I decided to go find a quiet place and tell Zo telekinetically that I had a boyfriend, and break his heart. Being a dream, it was near impossible to find an alone place. But I had to, because there was no way I was choosing Zo over Will. I think I remember thinking, “there’s no way he could ever love me as much as Will does.” As serious as this all sounds (I HATE adultery, it makes me feel more uncomfortable than any other topic) it just felt as if I had done something as careless as made fun of someone with them standing behind me.
So, all these lecture halls were filled up, doors closed, as sessions were on, and I found this little hallway with lockers in it, and I sat down. Before this, I had stared at a mirror while sitting on a couch when I realized I looked like Buffy, with Allison Hannigan sitting beside me. She was the actress, not the character she played in Buffy. I said, “Well, I look like Buffy, but I actually am a witch.” So I impressed her, and then went on to do the ESP thing. I didn’t know where Zo was, just that he was in one of the rooms in the residences above this building, and I wanted to end it as soon as possible.
Oh, and at some time, while driving, there was a picture book of how to take good photographs, made by the church dwelt on too much temporal stuff. How to get the lighting right of swamp gases. “Thanks for cleaning up our air” was a message to the local (Chicago?) sanitation committee underneathe one of the pictures, because apparently swamp gasses stayed out of the city, somehow.
Well, here I am, sitting in this hallway, when this guy comes along in a pimped out golf cart. It was more like a ‘67 Chevy lowrider. He leaned out the side of the car and said, “Hey girl, where’d you get those shoes?” I didn’t know what he was getting at, but I already felt guilty because I knew this Zo kid had gotten them for me. They were the black shoes I own, actually, only I was wearing white socks with them. ”Only one guy in the world wears those shoes, and it’s Zo Clark” (or whatever his last name was). “You foolin’ around with him?” For some reason, this guy knew that I was in a relationship with someone else, and pretty much dragged me to this weird district of cross-dressing restaurants and bars. It was like an underground moulin rouge type part of town. I think Zo was in one of them.
That’s all I can remember. But basically, I ended it, and kinda crushed Zo’s heart, and then went on to tell Will, and he was really disappointed too. Then I got up and was SOOO tired because I had woken up about every half hour in the night. What prompted this all, do you think? Well, some guy on Facebook saw my profile pic and said ‘purdy,’ and I said, ’spanks.’ I guess my subconscious was a little too eager to accept a compliment, because then he showed up in my dream. But I’m pretty sure at one point I woke up, realized what I was dreaming, and rolled back over to end it because I didn’t want to have the dream end with me still in two relationships.
(reason I haven’t posted in a month? laziness. I stopped being motivated to wake up early and do this before work. and then I just got tired of posting my dreams after I figured out they weren’t the window into my psyche that I wanted them to be. plus, I’m an ENFP, which means I tend to get excited for new projects, but have a hard time following through with them).
Zo Clark is going to die.