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Aug. 7th, 2012 09:11 pmI've been having weird-ass dreams these past two nights, probably because I'm sleeping in a really warm room away from home. Last night, I had this dream that had two intertwined storylines, but I'm not sure if they were the same one, or one with the memory of the other or what.
Storyline 1 was way cool. Aleister Crowley lived near me, in a grotto accessed by long twisty narrow tunnels that looked like a rabbit warren. Other people used the warren, but few went all the way down to where he lived. I did, and he wanted to initiate me into the fourth degree. The first three degrees were fairly easy initiations, but the fourth involved being ritually naked in front of the other members of the religious group, wrapped with narrow chains and a weighted amulet of sorts hanging from one's genitals. I know I didn't initially want to go through with this, but eventually decided I was being stupid and that I would.
Aboveground, a whole bunch of patriarchal Christian groups were having a convention. People who were previously sane were signing onto this lifestyle, dressing in "Little House on the Prairie" fashion, promising to have lots of kids and homeschool them all. My parents were approving of this, though not actually members. The convention had attendees selling clothes and crafts, many of which were pretty interesting, but which I resisted buying. I told my mom I was an atheist, even though I knew this wasn't exactly true seeing as I was going to let Aleister Crowley initiate me.
Storyline 1 was way cool. Aleister Crowley lived near me, in a grotto accessed by long twisty narrow tunnels that looked like a rabbit warren. Other people used the warren, but few went all the way down to where he lived. I did, and he wanted to initiate me into the fourth degree. The first three degrees were fairly easy initiations, but the fourth involved being ritually naked in front of the other members of the religious group, wrapped with narrow chains and a weighted amulet of sorts hanging from one's genitals. I know I didn't initially want to go through with this, but eventually decided I was being stupid and that I would.
Aboveground, a whole bunch of patriarchal Christian groups were having a convention. People who were previously sane were signing onto this lifestyle, dressing in "Little House on the Prairie" fashion, promising to have lots of kids and homeschool them all. My parents were approving of this, though not actually members. The convention had attendees selling clothes and crafts, many of which were pretty interesting, but which I resisted buying. I told my mom I was an atheist, even though I knew this wasn't exactly true seeing as I was going to let Aleister Crowley initiate me.
