Dream of: 07 January 1993 "Discussing Church"
seek out the high-minded
Bill Clinton and Hillary Clinton were living in a house next to the house where a woman who was my wife was living. One Monday, I had arranged to visit the Clintons. I arrived at the quiet and peaceful neighborhood, walked up to the front door of the Clintons' two-story frame home, and was invited in. Hillary walked up to me in a red dress, and then Bill walked in. Hillary smiled and smiled. I remarked that both of them seemed like such extremely nice people. They both seemed happy; and I was happy myself to be there with them.
Bill and I talked for a while. I felt like asking him what he planned to do about various issues, especially drugs, but I didn't ask. Bill talked about a "yule." I thought he must be referring to something dealing with Christmas, but it turned out he was saying something about a women's issue.
Hillary and I sat down on the couch together and talked. We discussed a few vague matters. I found myself staring at her face, which looked radiantly beautiful. It crossed my mind that she looked much better in person than in her pictures. A thought flashed in my mind of what it would be like to stick my penis in her mouth, but the thought lasted only a few seconds.
Finally I asked Hillary if she ever went to church. I told her I was sure I had read somewhere that she attended church. She explained she belonged to a group of 20-30 women who came together in a group which wasn't exactly a church. However it seemed to me she was indeed describing a church, and I wanted to explore the subject further. Every time I would try to delve more into her beliefs, however, we would be interrupted and I was unable to find out what I wanted to know.
At one point a black man walked in and crowded onto the couch with us. I was pushed into the middle with the black man on my left and Hillary on my right. A couple more men also came in and interrupted us.
Bill walked into the next room. Clearly Bill and Hillary had some other matters to which they needed to attend. I thought to myself that if it were not for their high position, I could probably be friends with them; they were so cordial with me. When I saw it was time for me to leave, I was a bit tristful because I liked them so much I would have liked to have been friends with them. However, due to their position, I didn't think that would be possible. As I departed, I thought about how I could tell people I had been to visit the Clintons this morning. Since I didn't want to brag about it, however, I doubted I would even mention it to anyone.
Dream Commentary of June 29, 2015
As with a church, meaningful intimacy on the Dream Journal may be found in smaller, like-minded groups within the larger organization.
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