when I was sleeping in a foreign field (well Glastonbury, so it might have been the mushroom garlic bread).
I dreamed me and mum were at the meeting doing the Witchtower, and Uncle Malcolm was taking it (yes the very same who was widowed by a sausage and married a rich old lady). Well he asked a question and mum answered up and what she said was totally the opposite of what the Witchtower was saying, but she used such long words and convoluted reasoning that no-one noticed. In fact some other people answered up and said they agreed with her and continued to spout the WItchtower line.
So then I answered up and said some stuff about how the Witchtower was wrong, and there was this deadly hush, and Uncle Malcolm told me off. I replied something like 'Oh we can only study what you tell us to'. Then I said 'come on mum this is stupid Im leaving'. As we walked out feeling pretty embarrased, slowly at least HALF the congregation got up and followed us in silent support because what we had said was what they had all been thinking but had been too scared to voice.
And I knew that none of them would go back.
GOD it was FANTASTIC!!! Pity it was a dream. It was really empowering.