2001-02-21 - 18:17:35

(This is my second entry today. So check the previous one in the archives for a longer, slightly more satisfying entry than this Freudian babble.)

I just remembered another part of my dream: There was a gathering of my friends at a church-like structure. I decided to climb up to the belfry, where there was no bell. I had to make a pretty dangerous leap across a chasm and cling to the wall once I was up there. It was a perilous view down the shaft of the tower. I could see a lot of friends from Michigan down there, like Karl and Ann. With me in the tower were Kevin and Colin, I think.

The whole stunt was pretty dangerous. I know there are even more dangerous elements that I'm forgetting, but you're gonna have to trust me on this. The weird thing is that once in the belfry, we just acted like we were still on the ground, chatting to the folks on ground level about normal stuff in calm tones. When it was time to get down, I almost slipped and killed myself. But suddenly the setting changed and I was only on a five-foot platform in this church-like building.

I really don't know what the meaning of this is, but I have not been remembering my dreams lately, so this one definitely stuck out. I do know that I once climbed on top of a church when I was fairly drunk in Ann Arbor. There was a small leap, but not too perilous. Matt Z. made it interesting. While the rest of us were content to hang out on the flat roof of the wing of the church, Matt tried to climb the violently sloping vaulted roof of the nave. Good times, good times.