HAHAHAHAHA! Where is your Todd now eh?

So I had this odd dream last week.

Actually, it was the week before, but I only just managed to get time to write about it now.

Ah, who am I kidding, I’ve just been too damn lazy to write until now.

I had already been woken up by my parents and brother getting ready to head out in the morning and had fallen back asleep again. I can’t actually remember the whole dream, but I remember it was in some kind of Black Baptist Church and there was this woman who was an upstanding member of the community and always helped out in church. You know the type. She was really holier-than-thou. I remember she was up on the alter, preaching about how she leads such a good life, but people started to speak up about how she really wasn’t all THAT upstanding – having had an abortion and affair and stuff.

But that’s not the important part of the dream. The mass ended and I was the first to get up and go outside, not bothering to wait until the priest had left. I remember waiting outside the church – which for some odd reason was in Kerry – waiting for all the others to come spilling out. To pass the time I watched the scenery and the clouds moving across the sky. But no one was coming out. I walked passed the Jeeps and Land Rovers parked outside and back through the door of the church. Everyone was still sitting in the pews. But they had been turned to stone!

Angry, I ran across the pews and the heads of the people and jumped onto the altar, scattering the instruments of religion to the floor. Behind the altar was a small old woman at an electric organ, shuffling her sheet music and putting it away. I shouted at her, asking her what had she done to all the people? Before she could answer, I heard footsteps behind me and, spinning around, I saw the priest walking up the aisle towards me. When he reached the altar he said something to me about being a non-believer and suddenly the congregation was clambering over each other to get at me, zombie-style.

I started shouting at them about how they had all been fooled, taken in by a scam to comfort them from the truth they don’t want to face. I screamed how they were all afraid of death and had created this elaborate lie to reassure themselves of some kind of life after they stopped living. I called them cowards and stupid for being scared of something they don’t know. (And this is where it gets quite odd; I start to spout the philosophy I’ve learned over the year!) I told them angrily, as they scrambled to claw at me, how Socrates said the wise man doesn’t fear death because he doesn’t know what death IS! Why fear something you don’t know or understand? For all we know it could be a good thing.

But they were overwhelming me, pulling me down. By now I think I was at that stage where you’re kind of awake, and your conscious brain has some control over your dreams. So I gave myself psychic powers.

As I do sometimes, it makes the dream more fun and I feel like I’ve some control over things.

So I blew them off me with a type of telekinetic blast…thing. And then I tried to reason with them, telling them not to be afraid of a godless world, not to be scared of not knowing or of not having control! (Which I realise now is rather hypocritical, seeing as I had just given myself powers to gain some control, but this is a dream ok?) And then I distinctly remember pleading with Danny P, who was among the crowd, to reason with them. I remember Danny P being tied between his religion and the philosophy he’d learned during the year.

I think it was around this time that I woke up, and immediately began to tell myself about the dream so I wouldn’t forget it. But yeah, that was definitely one of the oddest and probably profound dreams I’ve had in a while. And I’m still trying to figure out what it all meant. Was it proving that I really am an atheist now, or about how my catholic upbringing (though not altogether STRICT catholic upbringing) is still vying with my new-found atheism or what?

Any suggestions of course would be more than welcome.