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[Jan. 17th, 2006|12:51 am] |
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I had this odd dream sometime today as I was sleeping. I had to use the bathroom pretty bad, but I couldn't figure out where the hell it was. Some guy led me over to the stairwell leading downstairs, and I'm thinking "What the bloody hell?" Then, out of nowhere, I notice a handle on one of the stairs and I start getting the picture. He leans over and grabs the handle, picking the stair up to expose a rectangular toilet underneath it. Weirder yet, when I looked into it, there was an image of a stained glass window, as if there were a solid window pane rather than water there, but somehow I knew it wasn't really there. It was more like there was just a void there, not really water or anything, just a portal to nowhere. That explained the lack of a handle for flushing it. I looked closer and saw the stained glass being lit from behind at what would be the back of the toilet, and somehow the image was being transferred to what should be the water, as if by a magic mirror. This attracted my curiosity greatly, at which point I decided to see exactly what this toilet contained. Sanitary issues aside, I pointed my finger and slowly lowered it into the box, not fully knowing what to expect. When finally my finger met something, I saw the image of stained glass ripple and something shockingly, nearly painfully cold enveloped my finger. I awoke with a start to the realization that I had to use the restroom rather badly, as if the ripples of the stained glass image reflected the ripples cast in my dream by my awakening; a surreal experience to say the least.
In other news, I met the Venerable Shi Wuling today at my church. She's an Amitabah Buddhist Nun, and quite an amazing woman to boot. I spent some time listening to the teachings of Amitabah, followed by a walking, then seated, then silent meditation. I told her I had no love offering to give in the form of money, as I had not yet cashed my check and things have been kind of rough for me lately, but that I could share my love with her in the form of a hug. She was quick to stop my open-armed advance by letting me know she was unable to hug males. I'm not sure why, but in that moment I felt both hurt and embarassed. My intentions were pure, yet she turned down the only thing I could offer, something I rarely offer to someone I know so little of. I suppose I was also hurt because I don't necessarily view myself as merely male. I want to rise above my physical being and just "be." I felt discriminated against, as if she didn't want to know the real me. Either way, I left with a couple free books which I intend to read and enjoy, a CD of Buddhust teachings, and a broken heart. |
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aww poor you. it want anything against you that she wouldent hug you it was prolly because she was a nun. anyway that is a weird dream. PEE next time before you doze off lol
It is against the teachings of her faith to touch males. It's nothing personal. Doing so would violate her superchastity. She's trying to make herself as karmically clean as possible before she dies, by not only not killin' bitches (and even insect bitches!) but also by not interacting physically with the opposite sex. I'm sure she liked you just fine. As for the argument "I'm not necessarily a male." Well unfortunately, you have a penis. And that is all one needs to be biologically, if not gender, indentified as 'male.'
I know it hurt, but she's doing what she believes is right, and luckily, unlike most religions it doesn't involve killing anyone.
Reminds me of when Neo touches the mirror in The Matrix | |
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