Dogma?

Ugh. Where to begin? I’ll start with as far back as i can remember, work forward and back fill as it comes back to me.

I’m at a re-opening of the first Star Wars movie. The movie must be ready to start because there are only a couple of people in line to buy tickets. I go up to the ticket counter and ask the boy behind the counter if it’s the first of the original movies or the first of the second group. He assures me it’s the ORIGINAL original. I ask him if it’s been re-mastered or cleaned up in any way because this movie was already re-released just before the second group of ‘prequel’ episodes. He says it’s the same, not changed. I tell him i still think it’s the best one and debate on whether or not to buy a ticket just to see the dual suns setting over Tattoine. As i’m thinking about it, a man and woman come out of the theatre. I’m not sure if they’re ‘together’ or not but the man (a real rough looking character) offers the woman a ride. His car is a real beater. An 80’s model rust colored Chevy of some kind. The ticket boy and i have watched this whole odd sequence unfold. The woman politely tells the man she doesn’t need a ride. He’s eating a piece of chicken breast. It still has the skin on it and he turns it over so the skin side is up (and you can’t tell it’s been eaten from) and hands it to her. She accepts it and turns it over to see the bone and most of the meat has been eaten from it. She sets it down on the ticket counter and walks away.

Now i’m in the beater car with the man. We’re driving on a dusty country road. We come into a little village. We’re walking now along a tree-lined paved road. The houses along the road are very quaint – the kind of houses i love. Little cottages with odd architecture. One we pass has obviously just been re-done. It’s got glass balls and cypress knees incorporated into the front and some other stuff like tin or brass stars and other symbols. I LOVE this house and i’m blabbing to the guy about it when i see the house next to it (literally – not a foot away from it) hasn’t been restored yet and is still in the original state and there’s a lady standing on the porch smiling at me. I shut up and we keep walking. There are side streets off of the road we’re on and i can see more cute houses up those roads. One house has white columns on either side of the door. The columns are beautiful but the house itself is run down and hillbilly looking. We come to a rest spot. It’s a rustic cabin-like place. It’s apparently an Inn or tea room. We stop in and there’s my cat! (Not sure which cat – it’s a red cat but with long hair. I’ve never had a cat like that). He’s gigantic and i’m so happy to see him but worried that he’s sick. I pet him and wonder what i should do and the dream shifts….

I’m at work (but it’s not my real-life job or place of business). I’m sorting papers, ?mail maybe, and putting it in the appropriate cubby hole. There are other people around me doing their jobs. It seems like they’re in small cubicles ? sewing. A woman approaches me. I think it’s the facilities manager person from my real life. She’s a manly kind of woman. The cartoon XKCD is up on a computer monitor and i tell her to read it because it’s funny and clever. The cartoon for this day is a one panel one. I show her that if you mouse over the cartoon you can read the artists comment. I tell her that the one panel ones are usually pretty simple to understand but sometimes he (the artist) has multiple panel cartoons that are quite complicated but still funny if you can understand them, because he’s a math genius. She tells me she has another job for me and walks away. She asks me about the Jupiter project. I don’t know anything about it but i can tell by the name it must be some new company objective. I tell her i don’t know about it. She immediately becomes quiet and walks away. I follow. As we’re walking into a back room one of the other workers who’s seen what happened tells me that she can tell that the woman is very angry i don’t know about Jupiter. I’m not worried though because i don’t really care about being promoted. We walk through some double swinging doors. Each door has a little window in it – like the kind of doors that go into an industrial kitchen, or like in hospitals to separate corridors. We’re in a ?manufacturing area and she brings me to a machine with conveyors. There’s another machine just like it to the left and it’s doing something like boxing cereal. That’s what our business is and what i expect to see. The other machine has meat on it and the meat is being sent through a grinder then reassembled. The final step is to encase the meat in what looks like cellophane. There’s a black woman making the final product as i watch. The boss woman says something [can’t remember exactly] about this step. The cellophane is skin. Once the skin is tightly adhered to the meat, the ‘thing’ is a pig and it’s alive but dead. I’m horrified. I can see now that all of the pigs that are being fed into the machine are in some sort of living state, ground up then reassembled into a zombie-like state. It’s grotesque and i say loudly “I quit” and turn to leave. Leaving, i see a whole room full of animals that are being bled. My cat from the last dream is here and i need to get him out. One small very cute dog (a Parson Russell terrier?) is obviously dying from the blood loss but is walking around and getting in the way. The way the animals are bled is little cuts are made behind their knees and elbows so the blood loss is steady but slow. Before they’re completely dead they’re put on the machine and ground up alive and put back into skins. They’re never really dead all the way, but once the process is complete they’re not really alive because their brains are destroyed.

I’m completely shocked and disgusted at the whole process and want nothing to do with any of it. As i’m grieving for the little confused dog i see another woman, the co-boss maybe, busily preparing other animals by cutting them. I can see cuts on the back of her legs behind her knees and realize she must’ve done something wrong and was punished by being made ‘compliant’ via the meat grinder, skin encaser machine. Horror. I have to get out of this place. I go through some doors and i’m in a large atrium style lobby. There’s an information desk and i approach the girls sitting there. I tell one of them to get a camera quickly and come back, which she does. We go back to where the machines are and i act like nothing has happened but gesture for the girl with the camera to crawl up some steel shelves next to the machine and film what’s going on. She does.

Scene Shift. I’m in a large beautiful rolling meadow of green grass. There are pennants and tents like a fair. It’s a kingdom and knights are jousting. There are beautiful girls in tall pointed hats like in fairy tales. One of the girls is Billie. She’s the princess and the co-boss lady is under orders from the boss lady to bleed her and put her in the machine and used as a spy within the kingdom. Billie already has the cuts but the blood loss doesn’t seem to be affecting her yet. [that’s all i remember]

Even just remembering those poor pigs as the get off the machine and walk away makes me feel sick in my stomach. I think this dream has to do with all the 'tea-bagger' people and their poisonous vitriol they're spewing. Like they're not even real living thinking individuals but people under some kind of awful spell, controlled by ?big business or whatever the man-like woman 'boss' represents. It physically makes me feel sick when i'm awake and it's spilled over into my dreams.