Just woke up from a dream a while ago. Lemme see if I can piece it together.
I dreamt that Kathy and I moved into some kind of a communal house (kind of like a house that several of my friends once lived in). Once there, we got to meet some of the residents, and learned that it was a working porn studio, where films and photos were made of the wmen there, doing all kinds of things.
One of the women invited me to her room and began to talk to me. The next thing I knew, she was naked and asking me to take her picture in several different situations, none of which I will mention here. Just then, Kathy walked in and passed by the two of us on her way to dinner. I followed her, trying to plead my case.
I followed her outside, where she disappeared. Suddenly the scenery was much like the home where I grew up in the hills of NC (and the place where, until two months ago, I was living). I was in Quaker garb, and I had a scythe, and I was mowing down weeds with it. Suddenly I looked up, and at the bottom of the driveway an orange bus had pulled up (think "road construction sign" orange). A group of people had gotten off the bus and they were marching in my direction, singing along to prerecorded gospel songs as they walked. It was a cross-section of society, led by a smiling, conservatively-dressed man with gray-to-white hair.
The leader came up to me and asked me if I had taken Jesus into my heart. I just turned around and walked back up the hill to my house. My dad was inside, and he was eating dinner. He asked me what was wrong, and I told him. He said "this is something you'll have to handle yourself." I looked outside, and the orange bus was pulling up the driveway, and the people inside were singing their songs again.
I walked back to the door, and the simple little house had turned back into the porno mill, only the porno women had gone, and my dad was still sitting in the dining room eating dinner. I opened the door and a young African-American stood there smiling at me, surrounded by others of this cult, or whatever it was. He asked my if they could come in.
I said "No! Why are you people following me?"
Another African-American came into the doorway (the first had walked back into the crowd), and smiling widely at me, joked "Because we're just a bunch of n!&&@*s." People behind him laughed.
I just glared at him, and said "No, because you have no respect for your elders."
I then went on a tirade "Don't you realize that I don't give a damn about your color? I don't give a damn about your nation, or your God, or your faith, or anything else about you? I mean why the Hell did you turn this prison into a house? What's the matter with you people??!?"
I found the next to last question a bit odd, as I was directing it at an apparent cult. This is when I woke up. I don't know what it could possibly mean. If anyone has a clue (if anyone still reads this at all), please tell me. Thanks.