My friend Chad's parents had become interested in the church! We were all elated, and yet kinda nervous that something might burst their spritual bubble. Even Chad was interested in Church...in fact, I believe in my dream he was now an active member.
A big group of us (include Chad's entire family) decided we were going to go down to a diner to talk about the final preparations for Chad's parents to become member of the church. They'd even invited a few friends who didn't know anything about the church, so we were kinda excited to be able to share with them too.
Suddenly me and another guy there swapped consciousness. I was in his body and he was in mine. We excused ourselves from the table so we could talk about what had happened and try to figure it out. We decided to both focus really hard on swapping back. There was a brief flash, and suddenly we were back in our own bodies.
We headed back and no sooner had we walked into the room that I was in someone ELSE'S body. Looking around we realized 4 of us had swapped consciousness this time. We, again, left the group and tried focusing again, but it didn't work. We realized 2 things: (A) Each time this happened it was going to be harder and harder to swap back, and (B) the reason for this consciousness swap was because we were all thinking about the same thing, and that was causing our consciousness to somehow move around. After much more focusing and really concentrating hard we 4 got back to our right bodies.
Then suddenly I was SUPER disoriented. I was no longer in the diner and I really couldn't figure out what was happening. Someone in the room was explaining to me that I'd been in a coma for the last 7 years and was just now finally waking up from it. Several of my friends were there, but they all looked older, and there were piles of "Get Well" and "Sympathy" cards, which were all very nice (I read through a few).
I was told that another big conscious swap had happened, and everybody in the group had to really concentrate as hard as we could to get our consciousnesses to swap back, and when it was over everybody was back in their normal bodies, BUT me and Oscar (Chad's family's chihuahua) were both lying on the ground unconscious. The group figured that somehow mine and Oscar's consciousnesses had gotten swapped in the big final effort, but that our minds rejected the different species consciousness, so we'd gone into comas. I asked where Oscar was now and they told me that after about 3 years, Chad's mom had gone crazy with the loss of her beloved dog and had killed him by whacking him in the head with a shovel.
As people were talking to me, I sudden got a vision of where I was in relation to the location of the old diner where the original conscious-swapping occurred, and I felt like I needed to go there. I grabbed some little kid who was suddenly my little sidekick and we headed for the old diner.
When we got there we found it was no longer a diner, but a dark, gothic-styled museum/Halloween shop. There I found Chad's mom wandering around sortof in a haze. When she saw me my point of view suddenly changed to be right down on the floor looking up at her and she came over to me and said, "Oh! What a sweet little face!", something she always said to her dog Oscar. I was suddenly filled with panic as to what I looked like. Did I look like a dog??
I ordered my sidekick to find me a mirror. He quickly produced a bunch of (presumably stolen) wallets and started rifling through them, looking for a mirror. As I waited I made my way around the museum/Halloween store and find there were some fun-house-style mirrors. I knew they'd distort things some, but I was sure I'd be able to see my face relatively well. I stalled for a few moments then looked. I looked NOTHING like myself. My forehead and nose had been flatted considerably, and my eyes were set-apart wider and were very squinty and almost swollen looking. After I minute I realized that I looked like I'd been whacked in the face with the shovel!! When Chad's mom had killed Oscar because of the consciousness swap, it must have somehow affected my body as well!!
About then my buddy Eli came over to me to ask me some questions. I realized that he didn't have any idea who I was, and probably thought I worked there.
Then I woke up.
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1 comment:
Oh man. Sounds like a bit of a nightmare.
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