Had a Catholic guilt dream last night. In the dream I received a letter in the mail declaring that the Catholic Church has decided to execute me by hanging. This all seemed to make sense in the dream but was daunting nevertheless. It explained that I was going to be hanged, but all of the charges were in Latin so I was unable to figure out what exactly I had done wrong. Nathan told me to calm down and to go see a religious studies professor at MSU, because they should be able to help me out (even though I don't even know if MSU has a religious studies program). It was a pretty strange dream considering the fact that I detached myself from the Catholic church years ago. Maybe I feel guiltier than I thought about not having a Catholic wedding.
As promised, I will delve into a recurring dream I started having around my freshman year in undergraduate school. They aren't as consistent as my T-rex-dinosaur dreams, but I do have them quite regularly; more often than dinosaurs these days. The situation, place, and people around are always different. I've been at a hotel, at my sister's friend Jamie's wedding, visiting my deceased grandmother, etc. Giant waves are the only consistency. Sometimes I am on or near a beach, sometimes I am unaware that water is near by, but waves will just all of a sudden become extremely high (not going to estimate the height; I am terrible at judging distances). They are so high, I end up getting swept in while I am violently attempting to escape. I never stay asleep long enough to find out if I make it out alive. Not sure if the dreams are linked to my fear of natural disasters (specificly tornados and tsunamis) or if they're linked to something else. My research into my praxis presentation on water next week will hopefully help.
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