May 20, 2000
OK. I guess I shouldn't drink margaritas (it was only one, I swear) then think about religion and queer spirituality before going to bed. Oh, and No, I haven't been reading C.S. Lewis in quite some time.
I'm also not clear on the segments' order. I saved the weirdest for last (which may offend some religious sensibilities, so consider yourself Warned).
We had arrived at a fancy restaurant, in a litter [editor--or palanquin or sedan chair] for four to the buffet table. I am not sure how the litter was carried there. We were all dressed up, I was in some kind of black tuxedo. One of the women in our party was trying on the cheesy gold paint and glitter crown I have, but she had it on backwards and Marg P and I were trying to convince her to switch it (although it kind of worked the way she had it on). Our litter for four sort of took up the entire isle it was in, and so we had to fold it up out of the way and just walk to the dinner salad. I think Arcosanti somehow worked its way into this. . .
I was walking down Ridgewood hill from my parents' house to the bus stop to take to school. Someone was helping me carry a large spot-welded log down the hill. It was really huge. Unknown to us, we were also carrying a bear in the log, which had somehow snuck in while we were halfway down the hill. I think it was a polar bear. When we were three quarters of the way down, I realized there was no way it (the log) was going to fit on the bus. There was a discussion of how we could take the log apart and then re-spot weld it together when we got to school.
It was a warm day, and I was at the beach. I was walking through the surf. I think I had sandals on so I didn't have to worry too much about rocks or glass or jellyfish. I looked up at the dunes and there was a figure in white walking towards me.
"Oh man," I thought to myself. "This is going to be like one of those cheesy 'Footprints in the Sand' posters, isn't it." The sun was behind me, so the dunes were very bright. The figure on top was lit up very well and His clothes were whiter than the sand dunes He walked upon.
I guess there was channel I stepped into because He disappeared behind the dune's crest, but eventually I came up out of the water and we met.
He was wearing a white turtleneck and white slacks and had a dark, suntanned complexion. He had a very short, masculine beard - almost like He hadn't shaved in three days. Wordlessly he showed me His right and then His left hand so I could see the stigmata. I thought to myself, "Blessed are those who have not seen, yet still believe." I felt a little like doubting St. Thomas. He lifted up his shirt so I could see the spear wound over his hirsute and tanned abdomen. With a bit of a shock, I realized Jesus was a stud. [Editor-I suppose the closest parallel I can come up with is suddenly discovering that one's friend's parent is Super Hot which is A) Unexpected, B) Exciting, and C) Awkward.] (I don’t know why Jesus would appear to me like He had just finished a photo shoot out of an International Male catalog, but He did. [Editor-I don't know why Jesus would appear before me, a Neo-Pagan, and not, say, Apollo or Horus or Pan or some kind of Greenman.])
Without a word, we embraced and He kissed me on both cheeks in a way that managed to have equal amounts of Agape, Amore, and Eros.
[Editor-Around 2000, I was interested in exploring male-male Agape, or spiritual love; Amore, or romantic love; and, Eros, sexual love. I think it would take a divinity to have equal, harmoniously mixed aspects of all three. Jesus's washboard abs and that perfect, divine kiss -- which wordlessly said "Oh child of man, how could you not love with your spirit, your heart, and your body?" -- was the part of the dream that stayed with me, and re-reading it has reminded me of the next parts, which seem to be more and more from some crazed lost works of William Blake; I blame that long-ago margarita.]
"Look," He said, and pointed behind me. I turned around and there was a wide river. On my left, swimming upstream, was a white lamb. It really had to work hard to make any progress. "Gee, that's like what Leslie said about Pisces," I thought to myself. "If they just go the right direction life is much easier for them." I looked again and there were now five or seven lambs swimming in the water. They were acting more like dolphins than lambs, swimming around in a bunch and playing, but still slowly working their way up stream.
Then I looked across the river to the other shore. Huge (oak?) trees stood, leafless and covered in snow and ice. "Oh," I said, realizing that on our side it was still sunny and warm, "this is important, and I need to remember it."
[Editor-at this point, the dream turns into crazy Book of Apocalypse stuff...]
Jesus then went on to explain that the world was going through some earth changes. "There's actually one Power and three Intelligences for Earth," He said. I had the impression that Jesus was one of the Intelligences, and that they took turns rotating jobs. I had a vision of the globe with three lines - one green, one purple, one blue -wrapped around it. I don't remember His words exactly, but somehow humanity's minds were going to be hooked up to a kind of computer network. The blue line wrapping Earth lead off to a celestial background, and by small technological bugs, was routed into somebody's ears and nose. In their eyes were bar and binary codes.
Jesus continued to explain that the Internet would become a new technological Book of Judgement, and cyborg angels would judge one's acts. Further wires lead out of the person's head and into a hovering, winged metallic figure -- who looked like something out of the Japanese animation, *Voltron*. (No, I only saw *The Matrix* once, and it's been weeks since Mark and I watched *Voltron* on our way to Jackson Hole.)
I'm not sure what happened next, but I found myself in a café with my Black Book of Art, trying to find a place where I could write this all down. It's possible this lead to the other dream segments.