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Subject:Dream log: Ain't no rule that says a dog can't prosletyze
Time:10:41 am
I don't ordinarily blog my dreams, because 1) I don't ordinarily have dreams that I can consciously recall, and 2) most of the ones that slip through aren't all that interesting anyway.

This one was cute, though.

I was shopping or doing some sort of public errand like that, and on the way out, someone had set up a station where some talking dogs (like, non-anthropomorphic but they could talk--think the Air Buddies movies) were offering a service: they would... go do something for you (box up and put something in your home away? Some sort of quick cleaning like that?) if you agreed to let them come back and talk to you about the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints.

Nothing in the agreement said you had to actually accept or convert; just listen to the sales pitch. I've been in timeshare meetings before, so I know how to handle this. And my room is a wreck, so... eh, sure, why not.

So the dogs (there were two of them) did their thing, came back, and then the one started with friendly small talk about the weather and things like that. (We had to walk home earlier, then it started raining after that, good thing we got home first and weren't caught in that, etc.) We both knew where this was going, but the dog was (clumsily) looking for some sort of graceful segue to insert the ANYWAY ABOUT THE CHURCH hook.

I don't remember what it was, but he finally asked something about "Anyway, what about [RL name?]"
Me: "Who?"
Dog: [Confused, like that really should have worked] "... [RL name]?"
Me: *Blank stare*
Dog: [Increasingly nervous] "... Um... oh, that's their... they also go by [Other RL name, badly mispronounced]?"
Me: "Uh..."
My RL sister, who was suddenly there: "Oh! You mean Aunt [RL name]?"
Dog: "Yes!"
Me: "Oh, she died years ago."
Dog: "... Wait. Really?"
Me: "Yeah. Geez, she was like a hundred and something. Way before my time. I never really knew her."

I am exaggerating; she wasn't that old. She was up there, though. She was my grandmother's sister, and yeah, she passed away years ago and I never really knew her. I'm guessing the dog was going to try to segue how important her faith was to her as a hook to lure me in, but this obviously didn't work. Also, she didn't even have anything to do with this faith in real life anyway, but apparently in the dream she was an old member or something.

At this point, the conversation completely stopped. The dogs stopped talking. They just did not know how to recover from this blunder, and their confidence was completely shattered. The other dog (who hadn't even said anything yet) sounded like she was almost about to cry.

At this point, I found myself in the weird position of, like... "No, no, that's fine! It's okay, really! You guys are doing great! I don't believe in your religion but I believe in you!" and they just sort of glumly licked my hands while I pet them. Then I woke up.

This is a cross-posted entry that originated from https://kjorteo.dreamwidth.org/411535.html.
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