Dream, dream, dream...

[Joe Kriston]

Okay, I decided to do a blog post on this here, Way Corps site, not particularly because something is heavy on my heart, for that may surely scare people away---but, maybe moreso because I'm amped on some late evening caffiene and feel the need to write down some of my long-term repercussions of having been an in-residence Way Corps trainee...As my profile states, I'm a member of the 9th corps, meaning that I graduated in 1981,...or more than 27 years ago...I was 24 when I received that blessed Associate of Theology Degree...So, now, what about dreaming?...I'm thinking of the kind of dreaming you do when you sleep,...where you are in a strange but familiar world, where you are not in total control of your thoughts and emotions, where a most confusing compilation of persons, places and things talk to your inner,sleeping self,...causing you to wake up and wonder just what the heck that dream was all about...Just where is a good interpreter of dreams when you need 'em, anyhow?...Okay, so in the 27 years since I graduated the Way Corps, I've had that occasional (be it monthly, quarterly or annually) dream that I am back in residence in the way corps...No, I'm not 24 again...I am who I am today with an odd mixture of people in an odder place, taking part in an even odder activity---all while being back in-residence Way Corps...The other day I had one of these dreams of being back in-residence...It seemed like everybody whom I had ever known my entire life was there as well...I don't remember the place---but it was huge...Bigger than the BRC, bigger than top floor Wierwille---maybe even bigger than the main Rock of Ages tent...Everybody was there, and there must have been some kind of a teaching going on...There where lots and lots of people sitting in front of me as well as behind me...I seemed to know them all, or at least, remember them all...I'm not sure what was being taught, or shared, and who was orating, in fact, I was chattering and goofing off with those sitting near me...Then, at a given moment in my dream, out of all that crowd of people, I was asked to read a little section from the book I had in my lap...At first, I wasn't sure if it was the Bible and I was asked to read a verse of scripture, but in a few moments the sound of thousands of turning pages became a dead silence with the exception of me frantically flipping through my book, desperately trying to find the citation I was asked to read...How come everybody else knows where this is, but me?...It must have been a book of the Bible---an easy one to find, like Genesis or Psalms---you know, the one in the middle of your Bible...There was total silence---no snickering or murmuring or throat-clearing or coughing...What could I do?...Why doesn't somebody else say something---change the subject---move on?....Help out an old alter boy,here...I stood up, asked the few rows of people behind me if they could at least tell me what page the citation was on...Several people responded with several different page numbers because we all had different editions of the Book...I sat down and started turning pages again in stoned silence...But my pages weren't numbered, they were lettered---and not in alphabetical order...I had no idea where to find what I'm looking for...Still, everybody, including the teacher waited...and waited...Now, I forgot what it was I was supposed to read...This is getting re-e-eal embarrassing...Do I now stand up and say, "I'm sorry, folks, it seems that I've forgotten the order of the Books of the Bible"...Dammit, I shoulda faked that I had laryngitus so I could have avoided this...So now, everybody in the world whom I ever met is in-residence in the Way Corps and here I am the only person who doesn't know the books of the Bible....I've been outed...They're onto me...What a dirty trick...I'm not gonna hang around and drink coffee and mingle when this is over...Wait a minute....When is this gonna be over?...I'm thinking about all of this and they're all still waiting for me to read a verse of scripture out of the Bible...Gawd, these people are patient...This is never going to end....They're not going to let me off the hook...They're all stubborn and I'm getting more humiliated by the minute...Screw this...I'm waking my ass up and going to work...

[Ronold F. Wallace]

Joe, well I'm no dream anylyzer but my second wife was a Pyschotherapist a counselor. You met her in Phoenix. She told me once that dreams do have a meaning and there may be something to it all. Humans suppress things for years and it finally appears. Did you struggle with memorizing the books of the bible. It was a preriquisite to the PFAL class. Did you cheat on this too and just do a keroke movement of the lips when the class repeated it out loud in unison. Hey we are forgiven let it go.
Once I was able to repeat the books of the bible backwards and now struggle to remember them forward. It's called getting older. You'll get over it or just forget it altogether.

[Joe Kriston]

Crae,Westphal and I used to work together back in the eighties and on many a Friday would catch a few snorts at a shot and beer joint called Ramondo's and, ummm, get rather spirit filled with pneuma hagion and slur in other tongues...

Your dream is awful weird, especially since you had it several times...Why isn't there a female counterpart to a jack in a deck of cards?...And no diamonds?...At least it was a happy place....Karen's on Sabbatical---you need her interpretation...

[crae akerson]

Davis behave!!! There are only two teams at this time of years The Red Sox and anyone who beats the Yankees.

[crae akerson]

I had this dream at least two days in a row, maybe three. Naomie Townsend and I were in the courtyard outside the Wierwille home. It felt very wonderful to be there - none of the icky slimy feelings but the way I used to feel in my early 20's when I was in the Corps and loved being there so much. It smelled like Corn, flowers and maneur (sp). Dr. Wierwille was talking to Na and I - can't really remember what he said but it was about the return. After he left Naomi took out this deck of cards. There were Kings Queens Lords and Ladies - all royalty. She was going through the cards one at a time. The cards had jewels all around the edges. There were rubbies, saphires, emeralds no diamonds. Each time she flipped over one of the cards the jewels would flash on and off. She never said anything she just keep giving me these knowing looks and then I wake up.....hmmmmm

[Davis Crowell]

Hey Joe...kinda hot in Chicago today! Temp's reached low 80's, cool breeze off the lake. Kinda hot where you are...HUH! Cubs suck!

[crae akerson]

What the hell is Ramondo's?? Anyone want to hear about the weird dream that I had.

[Joe Kriston]

Westphal, you didn't read this entire blog just so you could say we need to go to Ramondo's ,did you?...I think that old dive closed down years ago---I think it's an Irish pub, now...

[mike westphal]

we need to go to ramondo's

[crae akerson]

I remember now that they did have u=tube back when the 9th Corps was in residence. Who is this really.

[Davis Crowell]

I actually auditioned for that group...John, you were right Ted Ferrell, David Bailey, Lisa Tracey, Harve Platig and others chose the participants you see in that video. I was a bit sad myself and others were not chosen IE Bill Fury,Chuck Masterson, Rob Kehoe...you see! A number of those men and women went on to become...well!...pretty "Big Stars".

The lead singer...if I'm correct preforms in Vegas...opening act for Celine Dion. The woman keyboard player tours with Lionel Richie and the 4 people harmonizing in the back are in Branson, Mo. with Andy Williams.

Go figure, Huh!