Morning of August 29, 2015. Saturday. The above image is solely representative of a dream and is not meant to imply or reflect any aspect or opinion of a real location. There is a rural church that comes to mind. It seems I had actually gone there for a time until I realized it was futile (this faux history is only in my dream). I am not sure where it is, though I get an impression it may be in one of the New England states in America. This is a brand new concept that was unveiled to me in my dream’s otherwise meandering forms. Even after waking, I feel as if I have a subtle piece of someone else’s memory somehow, though this is not logical at all because I doubt there was such a church that became like this one. The church used to have a cross on the front above the entrance. This cross has since transformed into a trident over time, perhaps a year or two. I am astounded by this concept and altered imagery, as it had never crossed my mind at any point before in my life, or perhaps it is because I had not given much thought to the cross in the first place (and I had never been to any church in my life other than for a couple funerals). The only real difference between the cross and the trident is the extended and raised arms - otherwise they are nearly the same. As such, one might think it to be a symbol for praise (to the sky above) or even ascension. Instead, on one level, it is damaging, perhaps; the pitchfork. There can be a fork in a road and there can also be crossroads.How can something “speak” so intimately for the first time? Has it “spoken” before? This dream left me with a very odd “new” feeling and it certainly can be said that hardly any dreams do that for me these days, at least not in this particular unique way - as if it was “not me” in even the slightest way (related to the idea or faux memory), since it seemed completely “outside” of myself for whatever reason, almost as if I was looking into the mind of another for the first time (though I do not know whom). Any personal associations likely arose from “Percy Jackson: Sea of Monsters” (in which the trident is associated with the hero) - seen just previously - and the aforementioned absentminded confusion between “fork in the road” and “crossroads”. My dream self can be identified with Percy Jackson and forming a stronghold of differentiated and more intimate and viable spirituality; perhaps a “new house” to explore without the prior scorn of the general populace.
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