Day One Out:
I went to Plan Nine Alehouse. It was during the daytime, so I could
get away with it until Chad showed up. I made use of my time to do some
research on the local newspaper the place supplied. I was in the company of
three others gentlemen in their twenties, all of whom were either friends or
acquaintances of mine. We were a pack.
Later, we convened at Christian’s home. Inexplicably I was stark naked
after a point; I had my surface clothes on-hand, but I’d misplaced my
underwear. Even more inexplicable was the fact that none of the other men
seemed really much to care.
I began a conversation with a Hispanic gentleman. He might have been
Luis; it’s hard to say. We were seated at a cement-flavoured table at one
corner of the largely empty building, a building that resembled overwhelmingly
a Christian Mission, not unlike San Diego State had.
I would look down at myself
with some of my usual bashfulness and embarrassment, only to look up and find
that I was talking to an other man. It was Christian. He was very sincere and
adamant (Adam, the First Man?) about what we were discussing. No attention was
paid again to my embarrassing predicament. I forgot it for a few moments.
I know what this dream means, and I can say that without any
arrogance.
It is rather ubiquitous, so I shall make clear that it’s point is not
lost to me.
No one cares about who I’ve been or what I’ve done. It embarasses only
me.
The home of the Arian represents a Fresh Start devoid of ethnic
distinction and personal back-stories. It is fitting that the House of a man
named Christian is all so in appearance the home of a Religious Commune. And
since it is a Mission, it is not an ancient, desiccated orthodoxy, but rather a
fresh start in one’s strivance towards Godliness and Human Compassion. It is
all so representative of a Common Mission; not coincidentally but fortuitously
the bar Anthony and I visited last night I.A.L. was called “Common Theory”.
The dream is one, as I’ve expected, of Youth thriving after Abuse. Chad,
the owner of Plan Nine, had kicked me out on Thursday for his enduring
prejudices. It obligated me to consider the abusive tendencies of Aries people
that I’ve been familiar with since birth, given my Mother as she was at that
age-before-sympathy.
The dream represents forgiveness, friendship, and redemption after
abuse. My last abusive relationship was with an Aries. But Anthony is an Aries
as well. Inspired by Jesus, he led his pack last night I.R.L. as we celebrated
Cole’s twenty-first birthday. It was trying to get out again, but all was well.
And he attributed his positivity to both his enduring religious studies and his
ongoing dreams about me and the spiritual themes we discussed over the years,
esp. prior to our most recent (and to him inexplicable) hiatus.
I won’t preclude all so the possibility that this was the long-awaited
Vision Dream that, like those back in 2013 that had prompted me to grow my
beard, might be inspiring me to shed my old shell and to shave. That is only if
Christian is supposed to mirror some part of me in any way. Since I have three
Aries placements in my chart, it’s not impossible.
Dm.A.A.
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