Dream Journal

Context: There was a big issue of people not washing their own dishes at Banana House.

In dreams, to turn left dreamwise is to turn right realwise. In that way, you turn to face every aversion. I learned many things in this dream.

I was traveling with Rebecca. We decided to stay in the spare room of Joshua’s religious organization. Everything started out okay. We ate and hung out, but an argument broke out about whose dishes were unwashed. There was a dirty bowl with the remnants of Frosted Flakes in it. I claimed to have not eaten Frosted Flakes for breakfast, but some girl said I did. As I was leaving I thought maybe I did and came back to wash the bowl.

They had one of their nuns in the wall above the sink such that her head could be seen through a hole. She was suspended in the wall by ropes. As one turned on the water, her body would jerk around and be racked with horrible pain. I didn’t know this and washed the bowl thoroughly. Eventually some rope broke and she plunged to her death. Rumors spread fast that I had killed this nun and I ran.

But eventually I came back. It wasn’t my fault. I had saved the next poor sap from being the one to do it. I returned during a party and walked around explaining myself and defending my innocence to some. Then this big Asian/Native American guy came up to me and started beating me up. I saw this coming. Did I create it or pick it up telepathically? I couldn’t fight back because I’d been drinking and was slow. The sensations were dull, half-numb. Whatever happened, I came back later at night determined to kick the shit out of this guy. I found him and when my first attempt to kick him down the stairs failed, I replayed the scene and succeeded. He went limp and didn’t fight back. After I was through with him an old attendant saw his body and thought he was dead, but I checked and he wasn’t. But the attendant was making such a fuss at me! So this piled on top of the dead nun ensured that this had turned into the worst day ever.

I left and came back in the morning. They were having one of their religious services. There were about 10-12 priestesses dressed the same up front. One was speaking about the horrors of all that had happened earlier and needed to turn on soothing music. Then a group of 3 and a group of 5 started talking in absolute unison, eyes half-closed, speaking in foreign tongues and moving in between themselves as if dancing, but so oddly! This inspired some joy and forgiveness in my heart. I found one girl and explained it all to her. I also did them some favors, such as planting trees and helping out. Another nun had died and they realized that that just kept happening. Then Adam threw down the nun-chucks. They were symbolic of the attack on me and they were all bashed apart, destroyed. I made peace with them and considered it a grand day.