Dream Journal
September 6, 1998
Context: I saw a sign for New Bethany Church last night.
Crazy intense dreams after a night of drinking:
I was in a grocery store, knowing myself to be in spirit form. I looked normal and was visible to all. [a long, weird story of people dying from a battery]
As I re-entered the grocery store, Bethany came at me like a streak and clutched me in an amazing big hug. It was great. Then she went back into line with her mom. As I returned to the death area, I peeked my head in and saw only her mom. Bethany now seemed to be among the candy in the aisle. My eye was drawn to a bag containing a crushed popcorn ball, which jumped and moved as Bethany spoke. A bit confused, I continued back to the grocery area. Once again she came at me like a light blue streak and embraced me.
Power Hugs: Bethany comes into my dream and embraces me. At one point, I mistake her voice as coming from a popcorn ball, which dances about appropriately as she talks.
Popcorn Ball: I look to where I remember Bethany going. Upon hearing her speak, I attribute the voice as coming through the thing I’m looking at at the time — a popcorn ball. As a result of my misattribution, the popcorn ball moves about (as one naturally would), while talking.