Blue_Opossum

Morning of November 13, 2016. Sunday.



I find myself in an unknown and unfamiliar area but which is near a public venue. An older male of about sixty is standing near the curb and preaching. He talks about the nature of God as if he is some sort of messenger. However, he seems very mundane and yet also very artificial-sounding, uneducated, and bland in his claims.

Over time, he mostly goes on and on about how he sweats for God. He makes the claim that only people who are chosen by God can sweat large amounts of sugar. At different points, sugar falls from his arms as he performs his sermons. After a time, I get very annoyed and tell him how a person cannot sweat large amounts of sugar crystals from their body. This makes him even more confident about his apparent mission.

For a time, he walks around on his hands. As he does, very large sugar crystals seem to fall from his arms and legs. However, I am aware that, when looking closer, they are just coming from the creases in his clothes. He does not seem to be sweating at all. Still, the sense of the continuous falling of the sugar and the motions of the cloth is very vivid.

My wife Zsuzsanna comes up to me and, since I have had enough of the “preacher”, we walk from the curb to some sort of commercial building. The hand of an unknown unseen female comes out from a dark doorway of a business and hands me a business card. They seem sincere in their approach and seem to understand that I know the preacher is just an irritating fake. However, I am aware the business promotes New Age concepts relating to finding out what one’s past life or alien contact is and thus is also nonsense. Even though I do not need the service of this business, I accept the card without being rude.

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There is possibly an association with “sugar-coated lies”, though there was an obvious influence from a song I like, “Climb the Hill” by the Fixx, with “To me you’re inside out and upside-down” and “Bible thump posturing won’t turn me ‘round”. It is also unfortunately based on a mentally ill male who used to write mindless lies about me (and other posters) on a dream journal site and his own website. I would not even know where to begin with his nonsense. He writes compilations of his “beautiful art” related to his abuse, falsehoods, and stalking of other dream journalists under the “guidance of God”, while pretending to be a man from the future praising himself, and that is only a small part of it.

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