Two nights ago I ended up dreaming my aunt Pepa was missing her legs at the mid to upper thigh and had become some kind of ass kicking swimmer. Instead of living in Spain she was based in Indonesia and was swimming to northeast Australia from very far away. Actually she never had the right swimwear on as in reality those waters are full of tiny mites that paralyze swimmers with their venom, causing them to drown. They need to be covered up completely, including the face. I might add for my own notes here that the truth often seems stranger than fiction. However there seems to be a disconnect between how I perceive spiritual truths and worldly realities, which generally seem petty to me, especially since I'm always engaged in petty things. Looking around more broadly on tv at american society, the reality looks corrupt.
Last night, my thug brother, Joseph Stalin, who kind of ruined my life punching me in the face for seven years or so. Also society in general for being nasty and evil. Amazingly, threw a wedding party. I do not remember seeing anyone from the bride's side being there, kind of like my wedding. I vaguely recall the bride being an Arab or something. I remember seeing uncle Joe there at the round table with our parents, who I never bothered to explain his punchy ways to properly in real life. I definitely wasn't taking it very seriously, the wedding. There never seemed to be many guests, kind of like my wedding. My brother looked like the thug scumbag piece of crap he always looked like in real life. I decided to call my buddy mad guitar Murphy to get him to turn up as it was near his crib in western Sydney. Not surprisingly, even though he's impossible to reach, he answers the phone at a critical time. Also I had to ask my bro if he could attend. My bro looked like the real mean spirited piece of garbage you could bet your bottom dollar in the GFC that Joseph Stalin would be like in the afterlife. Firstly he's thinking no to mad guitar Murphy turning up, which is a joke as there are no guests anyway apart from mom and dad and some vaguely perceived attendees. Then he errs on the side of caution and says ok. I think I even try vouching for Murphy at this point. I mean in real life, why I want these two guys at my own wedding is ridiculous.
Anyway I end up taking a long shower and somehow I have to arrange inheritances with my sister Trish, which is odd, considering in the dream our parents are alive. By the time I get out of the shower I've missed some text messages from Murphy and the wedding is over and I guess Murphy caught it.
This wedding scenario in something like a heavenly afterlife is very much sweendenborg influenced by the looks of it as I've just been reading one of his books. In fact, I would not be surprised if my sister, brother and grandmother (mother of swimmer lady) in the previous night's dream, were all children now living in Sydney, having reincarnated. I can not see the point of my parents remarrying (each other) in future lifetimes as their marriage was evil.
Finally in that dream from last night, some images of me as a twelve or eleven year old come out. It's pretty gay. I've got pink pin striped white pants and white shirt and one or two pink colored hair ties and doing boy band dance moves. Wow. I mean america is flying the gay flag from their government buildings so I guess whatever.
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