Dreams For the first time in a week I've had a dream I can remember. Science tells us that probably means I'm not getting enough sleep. I'd say they're probably right. But anyway, let me tell you about this one...
Before I went to bed Mom and I stayed up and watched the first 2 episodes of Wolf's Rain (which she loved) and the first episode of Full Metal Alchemist (which she was fascinated by, but didn't like as well. For those of you who have never seen FMA, or don't remember the first few episodes, it goes something like this:
2 kids live in a world where a magic-like power called Alchemy exists.
With Alchemy, anything can be created, but it takes an equal amount of material to do so.
The kids mother dies, they try to revive her with Alchemy. Things go badly and one brother ends up nothing but a soul in a suit of armor while the other has an auto-mail (mechanical) arm and leg.
Several years pass, they come up on this city ruled by a guy who has set himself up as the messenger of the sun god. FMA is disgusted by it and shows him to be a fraud, kicking serious butt in the process.

Ok, I went into that long explination because you have to know what my brain did with that once I went to sleep.
West Nashville had been taken over by a cult. They'd ensared Tiffany and (don't ask me how) Murray's VP of Student Affairs, Dr. R. (or just D.R.). I was shocked and horrified at this blatent abuse of the bible, and after several failed attempts at reasoning and a long time's punishment under the leader, I gave in and played along for a little while.
Now, it should be noted that this cult, in taking over West Nashville, was remodelling it. Everywhere I went people were digging up roads and driveways. Almost all the cars had been confinscated. Houses were being torn down or built into bigger units. I never got to see where mission control was, though.
When Tiff and DR decided to take me out of Mom's home (Mom had long since fled to KY with David... presumably I'd been at Murray the whole time), I snatched up my audio book of the New Testament. Tiff and DR couldn't object to it after all, it was the Word. Even though they only heard the Word through the Speaker, thier cult leader, there was nothing wrong with hearing it elsewhere.
It only took a few Pharisee stories to turn DR around.
Tiff, disturbingly enough, was a harder sale.
When we got to the work camp (which looked mysteriously like Edwin Warner Park), I persuaded Tiff in person. She called me lots of versions of the word heretic, until DR intervened as well. Together, though I don't recall exactly how, we were able to show her how we were being exploited. She was furious, but in a good way.
We were about to start a revolution.
Then I woke up.  ¶   1 comments