WARNING, This may be to much for the more sensitive reader.
I have used less then savory terms in this Blog as it was the feeling that I got from the dream. They (the words) are meant to project these feelings and I believe that they fit well. Trust me when I say the word "poop" will not appear again in this Blog.
I see into a, 16th or 17th century, stone room, like I'm part of a wall, just to the right and in front of me is a large man sitting on what seems to be a chamber pot. His rough woven robe, like a light brown burlap, is pulled up around his waste. He grunts as he lifts his left leg, Across the room, fifteen or twenty feet away, is a very brightly lit alcove, it's light is what illuminates the main room. In the floor of the alcove is a shallow bowl shaped depression, I can't see him but there is a priest in the room, it's a vomitorium. I cannot see into the alcove, I just know that it is. To the left side of the main room, therebetween a short cabinet and a long table, sits another large chamber pot, it is lined in gold. A priest in fine linen garb of white and red leans over the pot, in his bare left hand are turds, the brown color staining his hand. He is reaching into the bowl of the chamber pot with his free right hand, he is muttering something I can't make out. Just behind him stands a young boy in a rough woven robe, almost like a potato sack. He waits on the priest, holding a tray in his hands. The priest stands upright, turns and places the two hands full of shit onto the servants (novices) tray, then waves him off. The priest looks as the monk rises from his pot his spotty bare ass exposed as he walks towards the priest. "Are you done brother?" he asks. The monk nods a yes. As this goes on two older women come into the room. One is a nun in a somewhat dirty plain white linen habit. The other woman is the monks mother, dressed very simply. Neither woman pays any attention to the fact that the brother/son is still exposed bare assed. The priest speaks again., " I want you to put one of these on now." looking at the monk and pointing at a nearby table. On the table sit what appear to be paper underwear (briefs and boxers). They are made out of recycled paper. The paper seems to be modern as it has advertising on it. The monk picks up a pair (boxers) and begins to put them on but stops before even having one meaty leg in, "I can't, I won't do this." He rips them in half a throws them on the ground. "Son." the mother quietly says, as she puts her hand out to touch his shoulder. "Mother, no." he replies. The woman and the nun leave. The Monk looks at the priest then bows his head.
I was given the feeling that I was observing a purification ritual. The priest(s) monk and child servant (who represented an innocent) were chasing out the Devil (demons) by expulsion of bodily wastes, IE, shitting and vomiting.
Each turd is taken, counted, exercised, and destroyed, as every one (turd) is seen as an individual devil.
Vomiting is seen as expelling a single daemon.
I was given the feeling that the paper underwear would be taken back later examined, like they were entrails, then destroyed. Why they appeared like they came from this time and not the century the rest of the dream appeared to be in, I'm not sure, I will have to think for awhile about that connection from the past to the future. Catholicism is weird.
I have used less then savory terms in this Blog as it was the feeling that I got from the dream. They (the words) are meant to project these feelings and I believe that they fit well. Trust me when I say the word "poop" will not appear again in this Blog.
I see into a, 16th or 17th century, stone room, like I'm part of a wall, just to the right and in front of me is a large man sitting on what seems to be a chamber pot. His rough woven robe, like a light brown burlap, is pulled up around his waste. He grunts as he lifts his left leg, Across the room, fifteen or twenty feet away, is a very brightly lit alcove, it's light is what illuminates the main room. In the floor of the alcove is a shallow bowl shaped depression, I can't see him but there is a priest in the room, it's a vomitorium. I cannot see into the alcove, I just know that it is. To the left side of the main room, therebetween a short cabinet and a long table, sits another large chamber pot, it is lined in gold. A priest in fine linen garb of white and red leans over the pot, in his bare left hand are turds, the brown color staining his hand. He is reaching into the bowl of the chamber pot with his free right hand, he is muttering something I can't make out. Just behind him stands a young boy in a rough woven robe, almost like a potato sack. He waits on the priest, holding a tray in his hands. The priest stands upright, turns and places the two hands full of shit onto the servants (novices) tray, then waves him off. The priest looks as the monk rises from his pot his spotty bare ass exposed as he walks towards the priest. "Are you done brother?" he asks. The monk nods a yes. As this goes on two older women come into the room. One is a nun in a somewhat dirty plain white linen habit. The other woman is the monks mother, dressed very simply. Neither woman pays any attention to the fact that the brother/son is still exposed bare assed. The priest speaks again., " I want you to put one of these on now." looking at the monk and pointing at a nearby table. On the table sit what appear to be paper underwear (briefs and boxers). They are made out of recycled paper. The paper seems to be modern as it has advertising on it. The monk picks up a pair (boxers) and begins to put them on but stops before even having one meaty leg in, "I can't, I won't do this." He rips them in half a throws them on the ground. "Son." the mother quietly says, as she puts her hand out to touch his shoulder. "Mother, no." he replies. The woman and the nun leave. The Monk looks at the priest then bows his head.
I was given the feeling that I was observing a purification ritual. The priest(s) monk and child servant (who represented an innocent) were chasing out the Devil (demons) by expulsion of bodily wastes, IE, shitting and vomiting.
Each turd is taken, counted, exercised, and destroyed, as every one (turd) is seen as an individual devil.
Vomiting is seen as expelling a single daemon.
I was given the feeling that the paper underwear would be taken back later examined, like they were entrails, then destroyed. Why they appeared like they came from this time and not the century the rest of the dream appeared to be in, I'm not sure, I will have to think for awhile about that connection from the past to the future. Catholicism is weird.
May your dreams not be about pooping and the devil... Oh shit I said it.
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