08-07-2020, 09:44 AM
This dream (dreams) happened after my covid-like episode last night.
LCF and I are out in the country in Indiana near where I grew up. One of my high school buddies was Paul Roth, whose father was a minister in some denomination (I can't keep them all straight). As an aside, in my early 20s, I had one memorable dinner with Paul and his parents, during which Reverend Roth quoted verse. With a particular affinity for "Go forth and multiply," he assailed me for my sinning ways by not yet being married and having children.
Anyway, LCF and I are on a charitable mission, distributing masks to those who might need them. We come to the farmhouse of Reverend Roth and his wife, who, delighted to see me, welcome us in. But when we explain our mission, Reverend Roth leaves the room in a huff. Mrs. Roth then explains that they view masks as the work of the devil, whereupon she retreats as well, leaving us to find our own way out. As we do so, Reverend Roth and his wife are singing hymns, at high volume, to drive out our demonic presence.
Soon after, we arrive at the residence of Paul Roth, the son and my high school buddy. He is married, and he and his wife graciously welcome us into their home. They have five kids, all very young, and the youngest, little more than a baby, is all slobbery and sniffly, but adorable all the same, and he's fascinated by me, climbing up in my lap to play with my face. And did I mention that none of them are wearing masks? As Paul and his wife explain, they just don't believe in masks. It's not based on religion, but some other twist of reasoning. But they are congenial, and great hosts, and their children are adorable and love us, and we are having a good time. The overriding sense I have is that we just have to make the best of it, living in these nonsensical times. And then I wake up.
LCF and I are out in the country in Indiana near where I grew up. One of my high school buddies was Paul Roth, whose father was a minister in some denomination (I can't keep them all straight). As an aside, in my early 20s, I had one memorable dinner with Paul and his parents, during which Reverend Roth quoted verse. With a particular affinity for "Go forth and multiply," he assailed me for my sinning ways by not yet being married and having children.
Anyway, LCF and I are on a charitable mission, distributing masks to those who might need them. We come to the farmhouse of Reverend Roth and his wife, who, delighted to see me, welcome us in. But when we explain our mission, Reverend Roth leaves the room in a huff. Mrs. Roth then explains that they view masks as the work of the devil, whereupon she retreats as well, leaving us to find our own way out. As we do so, Reverend Roth and his wife are singing hymns, at high volume, to drive out our demonic presence.
Soon after, we arrive at the residence of Paul Roth, the son and my high school buddy. He is married, and he and his wife graciously welcome us into their home. They have five kids, all very young, and the youngest, little more than a baby, is all slobbery and sniffly, but adorable all the same, and he's fascinated by me, climbing up in my lap to play with my face. And did I mention that none of them are wearing masks? As Paul and his wife explain, they just don't believe in masks. It's not based on religion, but some other twist of reasoning. But they are congenial, and great hosts, and their children are adorable and love us, and we are having a good time. The overriding sense I have is that we just have to make the best of it, living in these nonsensical times. And then I wake up.
I'm nobody's pony.