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...

[Karen (Hemmalin) McGrath]

Da Vinci's Dream is an invention of his. It's an amusement park ride in NH. Pretty nifty!

And that is "nifty", a figure of speech, polypeptocon where you insert a colorful word for a dull word without much meaning that will add pep to the original and otherwise dull word.

John Crouch told me, so it's gotta be the real deal.

Which is the "real deal", an Americanism, as opposed to Orientalism. A term used in Americanese, yet another Americanism which means not exactly English and only pertaining to Americans.. To relate an event to something that most of the population can understand.

By the way, ah, no pun intended yet again... J. Crouch has a cool website. You can google it. "Google it" being a Globalism, ad infinitum..... !!!

XOXOXOXOXOXOXO

I am going to stop watching tv and just turn the corps site on at this rate, you all are SO funny!!!

Those snake dreams are something else altogether... omgosh! Change is coming!

Where's my umbrella drink, Davis?!

[crae akerson]

Nyuck Nyuck Nyuck

[crae akerson]

Steve, this is soooo weird. I just had a dream that snakes were chasing you at my relatives house. I was going to help but Davis came by with a couple of umbrella drinks and an invitation to the beach and I was outta there. Sorry Bro normally I would have stopped to help

[crae akerson]

Hey my husband just told me that he did hit me with a frying pan this morning no wonder I feel like this. :)

[crae akerson]

OK Davis that Tim Graves is severe competition in the hysteical forum with you. I do still believe that you are the funniest person that I know. John, if you have to work in the mornning what the hell are you doing up a 2:00 am. I was writing reports until midnight and I feel a little like I've been bonked in the face with a frying pan. Gotta go to work. See all ya all

[Tim Graves]

While I was on mah skinny little knees this morning on the city streets of gold, I realized I needn't wrestle with interpretation of dreams, or anything else for that matter. Somewhere I heard "Just love God with all your heart, soul, mind & strength, and do as you fool please". Where is that verse, "Fear God, keep his commandments, for this is the whole duty of man."??

John, Raymond James told me to tell you to be on the corner of Memorial & Hillsborough at high noon. Why, I do not know, and I ain't a' guessin. If the bible doesn't tell you, you do not know.

[Joe Kriston]

Tim, so nice to hear from you...I had a dream about you the other day...You were standing alone,...in the street,...in the dark,...in your underwear,... saying "come over into Florida and help us"...And while I'm not fortunate enough to have four virgins appear unto me in my dreams, Davis was there to implore me to "do the will of the Lord, c'mon do the will of the Lord, you know what the will of the Lord is"...And when I would not be pursuaded, he ceased (comma) saying (comma) "the will of the Lord be done"...

John, who you talking about, Eduardo De no toe?...

If I could make myself dream whatever I wanted to, I'd probably never get out of bed...My dreams always seem very real to me---no matter how weird they get...

The point was brought up about revelation in dreams....I probably more subscribe to the notion of 'inspiration' than 'revelation'...Sometimes I need something outside of the sphere of logic or common sense to stir up the soul to get me moving in a direction---any direction, and then, hopefully, a little more inspiration to send me in the right direction...Though the outcome may not be a matter of right and wrong ;it may be a matter of making the most out of the choices we make...

[John Richeson]

Steve Eduardo applied for membership again. Maybe it is his twin. After all he is a member of the famous 9th Corps. Most of them were/are very innovative.

[John Richeson]

I think that picture above was taken at the Rock of Ages, one of those early ones in the 70's when things were fun and carefree. Didn't they have that attached to the gazebo somehow?

[John Richeson]

Why is this called Davinci's Dream, Karen?
Can ya'll all keep this thread alive until Joe's dream comes to pass?
I am going to sleep directly. (Some of us work for a living.)

Before I drift off I have a question......is it possible to force yourself to dream something? You know like pay per view?

I really, really want to dream about the Super Bowl. I drove by Raymond James Stadium today and it is abuzz with activity in preparation for the big day. I want to force my dream to be that I sneaked into the stadium and got to see the game and they show me on the big screen for a few minutes in the vast audience. All my "friends" will say how the hell did John get a ticket?

I'll let you know how that turns out for me tomorrow.