This entry and all others from 1996-97 are part of my dream project which extended from August 1996-97. I kept track of my dreams for an entire year by recording them to audiocassette and illustrating what parts I could in composition books. I ended up with over 70 ninety-minute cassettes and four composition books detailing my dreams.
The written transcription is from a much later date than 1996-97 but is almost word-for-word, with some slight corrections and omissions. This typed transcription is not 100% faithful to the original verbal account, as it allows for slight modifications, additions, omissions, and corrections. There are new separations between paragraphs and dreams are separated into different entries at approximately the right places. In addition, segments of dreams MAY be transposed/moved/added to other sections as I see fit. Aside from these modifications, these dreams are detailed exactly as I had them over six years ago.
In this dream it seemed I was watching a Tiny Toons broadcast cartoon, and I think it had something to do with the bird--I can't remember their names anymore because I don't watch it, maybe it was Sweetie Bird?--walking down this country road--it was a dirt road out in the country--and I think she and maybe the cat character came to a bridge. It had something to do with religion, because all of a sudden there was a priest and some kind of minister and they were arguing about religion somehow.
It was like in one part I was reading a newspaper and it was a pastor living in a house, and for some reason that wasn't right because in my dream Protestants weren't supposed to live in houses because that represented material wealth on Earth, and they weren't supposed to have that. But Catholics did live in houses and so the Protestants found that some kind of matter of debate. Anyway, it was like all of a sudden I was in the show and I was in this room in a log cabin or a wooden house or something. We were sitting at this table, and I remember there was a piece of paper on the table--it might have been the newspaper I was reading--and I was rubbing it flat on the table's surface. I noticed there was a grain of sand under it and I was trying to push the grain of sand out without lifting the paper, so it kind of left a mark on the paper.
On one side of the table there was a Catholic priest and on the other side there was a Protestant minister; the Protestant minister was arguing with the priest, and he found out that the priest lived in a house. He said something like, "What does your house represent? Why are you living in a house? You know you're supposed to live on spiritual wealth, not material wealth." The priest was getting mad and was about to say something, but I believe that's when I woke up.