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Dec. 16th, 2013 03:33 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dolariHad an interesting and a bit harrowing dream last night. I usually have awesome storytelling dreams, but this one was pretty memorable. Not sure where I can use it as a story, or if I can adapt it into one of my existing ones, but it was a "good" one.
I'm at my grandmother's house, when I look out the window and see someone has set up a tent out in the wide open area behind the shed. I look out and see its some kind of revivalist evangelical style religious meeting. They're doing marriages. I walk out and ask them what they're doing here. They say they're doing their god's work, at the place that "felt most right."
I ask them to leave, and they refuse. Again, I threaten to call the police, and they reply with "Good luck with that." My sister opens the door and calls me back in, saying she thinks the police should handle this.
I return back inside, and call the police. They say they'll be by...eventually. Time passes, and I notice four people walking towards the house. Three are wearying forest green suits, the fourth a black one. They don't knock...apparently they have a key to the house and just walk in. They begin taking the furniture and I stop them. "We need this furniture, and we are taking it." I say no, and again threaten to call the cops. They decide to go ahead and take the furniture anyways, and I physically pull it out of their hands. "Be careful about touching us. You wouldn't like that if you did."
Eventually they leave empty handed and I lock the doors. I call the cops again, and the phone rings and rings, but no one answers. And suddenly the ringing stops, and there's a yell from the back. My sister was the one who yelled. Another cult member (a big and burley bald guy) hasn't just managed to walk into the back of the house, but is working on the wiring. "I'm adding a keylogger...so we can know what you're doing." I reach for the device and he slaps my hand away. I grab his arm, and actually manage to throw him into the other room. He looks at me at shouts "I'VE BEEN TOUCHED!"
Suddenly the entire congregation stops and turns to the house. In the congregation I see the police. I throw the guy out, and we lock the doors, hoping for the best, but expecting the worst as the crowd gets closer and angrier.
I'm at my grandmother's house, when I look out the window and see someone has set up a tent out in the wide open area behind the shed. I look out and see its some kind of revivalist evangelical style religious meeting. They're doing marriages. I walk out and ask them what they're doing here. They say they're doing their god's work, at the place that "felt most right."
I ask them to leave, and they refuse. Again, I threaten to call the police, and they reply with "Good luck with that." My sister opens the door and calls me back in, saying she thinks the police should handle this.
I return back inside, and call the police. They say they'll be by...eventually. Time passes, and I notice four people walking towards the house. Three are wearying forest green suits, the fourth a black one. They don't knock...apparently they have a key to the house and just walk in. They begin taking the furniture and I stop them. "We need this furniture, and we are taking it." I say no, and again threaten to call the cops. They decide to go ahead and take the furniture anyways, and I physically pull it out of their hands. "Be careful about touching us. You wouldn't like that if you did."
Eventually they leave empty handed and I lock the doors. I call the cops again, and the phone rings and rings, but no one answers. And suddenly the ringing stops, and there's a yell from the back. My sister was the one who yelled. Another cult member (a big and burley bald guy) hasn't just managed to walk into the back of the house, but is working on the wiring. "I'm adding a keylogger...so we can know what you're doing." I reach for the device and he slaps my hand away. I grab his arm, and actually manage to throw him into the other room. He looks at me at shouts "I'VE BEEN TOUCHED!"
Suddenly the entire congregation stops and turns to the house. In the congregation I see the police. I throw the guy out, and we lock the doors, hoping for the best, but expecting the worst as the crowd gets closer and angrier.
