greetings, fellow bibliophiles:.
i remember how sad i was, as a little child, when our beloved carnegie library was razed (unsafe, structurally).
the same tragedy occurred when we moved to a new town and that similar architectural treasure was demolished to put up a new and gleaming building of steel and glass.
Thank you, Carla, for a wonderful account!
My dearly departed mom introduced me to literature and the library. Her surviving brother, my uncle, continues to send me books, having taken her place. At Friends of the Library I bought one of Mom's favorites, that originally cost $5.00, way back in 1954. I got it for one dollar.
That book has taken me back home.
greetings, fellow bibliophiles:.
i remember how sad i was, as a little child, when our beloved carnegie library was razed (unsafe, structurally).
the same tragedy occurred when we moved to a new town and that similar architectural treasure was demolished to put up a new and gleaming building of steel and glass.
Greetings, fellow bibliophiles:
I remember how sad I was, as a little child, when our beloved Carnegie Library was razed (unsafe, structurally). The same tragedy occurred when we moved to a new town and that similar architectural treasure was demolished to put up a new and gleaming building of steel and glass. Gone was the rolling green lawn where we read under the shade of a huge and ancient oak.
All the sadness aside, our continued use of literary and musical gems (we had a separate section where we could listen to classical LPs) relocated inside the replacement buildings was what truly mattered.
While we may find the vastness of knowledge available to us at home through the Internet very useful, still, there was nothing like our first discovery of new and alien worlds within the leaves of thousands upon thousands of books residing in the library's sacred walls.
Your experiences are requested.
greetings, dreamers:.
i guess it's never going away: daytime carryovers of jw-related stuff seeping into my dreams.. the majority of these dreams take place at conventions but with really weird trappings.
last night i dreamed i arrived at the site with no books, no lunch, nothing but my car keys.
Thanks for posting about dreams -- JW or non-JW -- jp, finallysomepride, and Xanthippe.
Dr. Jesus! Cool.
Speaking of Jesus, some people call me Jesus. When I was still going to meetings, I was allowed to comment, that despite my long red hair and beard. But I was called by my first name, not Br. XXXXXXX.
Anyway, my recurring dream (which I didn't think to mention earlier) occurred again last night. Looking like Jesus in a business suit and tie, I had parts in both the TMS and Service Meeting. All my scattered bits of paper notes were jammed into my beloved AID TO BIBLE UNDERSTANDING. My time onstage was rapidly approaching and I was frantically trying to figure out what to say . . .
No one seemed nonplussed by my appearance.
greetings, dreamers:.
i guess it's never going away: daytime carryovers of jw-related stuff seeping into my dreams.. the majority of these dreams take place at conventions but with really weird trappings.
last night i dreamed i arrived at the site with no books, no lunch, nothing but my car keys.
Thanks, FedUpJW, Flipper, and others . . .
I appreciate your comments and links (Mr. Flipper). Will get back to you. Like the idea of journaling dreams.
Later, . . .
greetings, dreamers:.
i guess it's never going away: daytime carryovers of jw-related stuff seeping into my dreams.. the majority of these dreams take place at conventions but with really weird trappings.
last night i dreamed i arrived at the site with no books, no lunch, nothing but my car keys.
Yes, smiddy -- truth is stranger than fiction. It's hard separating what's real and what's not.
Thanks!
i feel a sadness so deep that friends wonder why my art and my blinds remain undrawn.. gone is the muse who promised me solacewhile guys played ball and climbed tall trees.. a blank canvas before me says, "here's your life, where has it gone?".
is it too late to become what imight have become .
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Looking into a ubiquitous mirror, I am reminded at
Every turn I am not the man you see, a knight whose
Shining armor is, in truth, tarnished and unreflecting.
You offer your hand with kindly eyes, but may a heart
Nourished with tales of courtly love reside as one
With a true but broken heart of flesh and blood?
You wish for what I cannot give, to you, to anyone
Who demands, however gently, that I be the man
Who never was nor ever shall be . . .
greetings, dreamers:.
i guess it's never going away: daytime carryovers of jw-related stuff seeping into my dreams.. the majority of these dreams take place at conventions but with really weird trappings.
last night i dreamed i arrived at the site with no books, no lunch, nothing but my car keys.
cha ching and others who no longer dream of the JW-oriented life -- what a relief!
From time to time I still wake up with my heart pounding after dreaming that I had re-enlisted at Bethel. -- Pete Zahut
In the OP, I wasn't even thinking of my recurring Bethel dreams. Yes, I returned to Bethel and there was no way out this time.
Thanks.
greetings, dreamers:.
i guess it's never going away: daytime carryovers of jw-related stuff seeping into my dreams.. the majority of these dreams take place at conventions but with really weird trappings.
last night i dreamed i arrived at the site with no books, no lunch, nothing but my car keys.
Lots of terrific comments!
Thanks, everyone, for posting as well as for the links, jp.
We're all affected differently, that's for sure.
greetings, dreamers:.
i guess it's never going away: daytime carryovers of jw-related stuff seeping into my dreams.. the majority of these dreams take place at conventions but with really weird trappings.
last night i dreamed i arrived at the site with no books, no lunch, nothing but my car keys.
Yes, new boy, dreams of Bethel! I forgot about that one.
I relate to much of what you wrote. In my dreams, I was up on the roof (a favorite "haunt"), in the dining room, etc. Of course, there was an exaggeration in appearance of everything and everybody I saw.
Never goes away.
THANKS!
greetings, dreamers:.
i guess it's never going away: daytime carryovers of jw-related stuff seeping into my dreams.. the majority of these dreams take place at conventions but with really weird trappings.
last night i dreamed i arrived at the site with no books, no lunch, nothing but my car keys.
Thanks, James Mixon, for giving me a new perspective.
In my dream, I kept wondering why the creature was so gentle and caring. The movie version alien killed you first then asked questions.
Don't wanna go there . . .
