Dream

Posted on December 5, 2003 in Dreams

It’s been awhile, hasn’t it?

Lynn and I find ourselves in a place where the skeletons rise out of the graveyard and the slaves of the dead cull victims from among the living. It’s the night when they do this and we’ve been let off the bus with dozens of other travelers. They have us line up and take beds that have been set up on top of marble slabs in a terraced cemetery.

I know that they will kill all of us if they can. So I start praying, chanting, declaiming. The Our Father, the Hail Mary, the Act of Contrition. Then I start a litany of saints: St. Peter: Pray for Us. St. Felicity: Pray for Us. St. Francis of Assisi: Pray for Us. Buddha: Pray for Us. Gandhi: Pray for Us. Mother Teresa: Pray for Us. Dorothy Day: Pray for Us.

Some people pray with me. I keep up the litany while we stand in a cafeteria line. I find that if I reach over the glass, the workers who are enslaved by the spirits shrink away from my power.