Glutted
11/12/00
Sleep glutted, fuzzy slippered, guilt free day away from work.
I feel like a strange pogo stick. Like an odd character in a Dr Seuss story. I’ve only been able to find one of my Goofy slippers and have jammed both sets of tootsies into them and am enjoying my sunday at home and in leisure. Oh no. She’s off and running again. Guess what topic’s on today’s menu? Yup, the whole Catholic thing.
First off, I gotta say. I’m a lousy Catholic.
I skipped mass (again) by sleeping in, but I’m planning to swing over to Brother Wafik’s bible study later this evening. I am 2 weeks behind in journal entries and I skipped the last few sessions due to work or general terrible flakitude. Again, I’m a lousy Catholic. I swear, I drink, I cuss. I admit my own perpetually conflicted horniness. I’m undisciplined and yet I’m also passionate about my relationship with God. Does God accept muck a lucks like me into heaven? At the least, for comic relief, I’m sure he does.
So last night I had a bizarre dream.
In it, I can see everything from the first person perspevtive of Father Gomez, a priest that used to precide over the english youth masses at my church in Detroit. If a Mexican American priest can do English mass at a Korean church and be beloved, Father Gomez most assuredly was. Padre had this fun little habit of referring to every girl as Mary and every boy as Joseph. For the longest time I thought it was because he didn’t remember any of our names. But in actuality, he just saw us all as pure potentials of goodness. Now Father Gomez, or Padre Gomez as I’ll call him here in this dream, is not a superhero. He’s just a man. A good Jesuit. He’s got a strong heart for God and a love for working with youth. I actually rarely spoke to him when I was in Michigan and went to his English service. In fact, it’s been perhaps seven or eight years since I’ve seen him. Perhaps even longer since I last thought of him.
Anyways, in my peculiar Catholic Matrix type dream, Padre Gomez is in some south american village where he’s on his third or fourth missions trip to address and help the young adults and teenagers there. His greatest battle this time, is not with the obvious forces of evil, that were posessions, pain, drugs, avarice, etc, but his big struggle this time is in the disillusionment and ambivalence with the youth there. He’s struggling, praying, and trying to break the hearts of the kids so that they’ll let Christ in. Nothing gives.
A new office building is constructed accross the street from the church. Up near the 30th or 40th stories of this high tech building, entire panels of glass dissolve and one of the teens says to Padre “Is that the work of the devil?”. Another teen responds “Now you can’t blame everything that’s weird in the world on the devil.” As Padre looks up, one man in a dark suit peers out of the dissolved window, flips himself outwards to swan dive 40 stories down, catch a bar and whirl and spin a few times to show boat, then leap to the ground. He runs accross the street holding a jar and extends it to Padre Gomez and says “Looks like you have a spot, perhaps you could use some soap.” He extends in his hand a glass jar with blue and white crystals inside of it looking like laundry detergent and a label that says “Love Stain Remover”
Padre Gomez looks him in the eyes and says “Sorry, the stain is permanent. God’s love is eternal.”
The black suited matrix guy looks a little stunned as Padre Gomez looks him straight in the eye, takes the jar, and tosses it to break into a billion shattered pieces on the ground. He shrugs and then runs back accross the street, spiders up the wall of the building and then up through the panel that he’d originally jumped from. The glass panel reappears just as it had dissolved and through the glass window, I can see the suited man talk to his secretary nervously as he begins to bead up in sweat.
The last scene in the dream is Padre Gomez going back to the chapel to kneel with head bowed, on a dark wooden pew, praying silently. All the youth that Padre had struggled to make a connection with, come in, tip toeing, confused, yet trusting, and join him, to kneel and pray.
Of course. I have *NO FRICKING IDEA* what this dream is supposed to mean. If you have any theories, tell me
WTF is this dream supposed to mean? What am I supposed to get from it? For some purpose, perhaps. The thing that stands out of course is the statement that “God’s love is eternal” and that the knowledge of that makes the baddies sweat.
Peace Out,
Min Jung
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