My dream last night had all this weird Christian imagery.
I was with some guy and girl, I don’t know who they were, and we were looking for the Holy Grail. We were in some small town in like Germany or something…it kind of looked like Germany, from the buildings. And every night we’d go into…I don’t know what it was. It had stone walls, but it had grass growing up out of the floor, and it was really dark, and it was really, really big, and we’d get a little bit farther every night, but if we hadn’t reached the Grail by a certain time, I guess, we were sent back to the beginning. We found the Ten Commandments and the Cross–the Ten Commandments and the Cross–but we couldn’t find the Grail. We kept getting sent back, and eventually I was getting impatient and was all, “How many times do we have to pass the Ten Commandments and the Cross!? Yes, they’re cool, but we have to find the Grail!”
We were all wearing Spanish Conquistador helmets, and there were like helmets strewn about the ground, many with arrows sticking out of them–big, heavy, metal arrows that could break through a helmet like that. These represented the bodies of all the unworthy souls who had not made it to the Grail. They had been slain by…I guess angels. I think that’s what they were.
So one day, we’re standing by a wall, right near the Ten Commandments, and studying a map that we’ve been creating of this place, when one of those huge arrows flies right between two of us and pierces the stone wall. We’re all a bit shaken as we look up and see an angel standing several yards away, staring at us solemnly, still holding the bow, which has another arrow in it. He says that the unworthy one must come forward and meet him, because that one could no longer continue the search.
We all sort of looked at each other, questioning, but I knew, somehow, that I was not worthy. And then the angel spoke right into my head, saying, “Come forth”, and so of course I had to. He was pointing an arrow at me.
So I tentatively approached the angel, who had a sheet of paper or two, and a question. I think it may have been a Bible verse. Something about a path–oh! I think it might have been Ezekiel 25:17! You know, the one Samuel L. Jackson shouts at that guy in Pulp Fiction before blowing his brains out! Anyway, I had to fill in the blank…something about the path of the righteous man, and how it was a metaphor for his life and his overall philosophy, and I remember some of the words–there were a lot–like, your path should be _____. Some of the words he showed me were happy, lucky, right, divine….
I can’t remember which word I chose, but it was obviously the wrong word. The angel didn’t shoot me, but he led me out of the whole…whatever it was…by the arm, and I think that may have meant that I died…. I’m not sure. But either way, I wasn’t allowed to search for the Grail because my motives were impure. See, I was only searching for it because I thought going on a quest–for the Holy Grail, of all things–would be fun. Fun is not a correct motive to have to search for the Grail. Apparently.
I love my dreams.