Other then being dressed only in my underwear, it was exactly like being back in church.

I remember turning to one of my friends, and asking him if he believed all of this church stuff, and he told me no, but that he didn't have a way of convincing anyone else. I then told him about Joseph Smith having had three versions of the first visions, and how minor things, like rather he had seen God the Father, and Jesus Christ, or simply an angel, had changed each time.

In my dream, one of the TBM women overheard my comment in sacrament meeting, and became very vocal in her rejection, causing others to hear it. Some realized the truth, others did not, but they all were soon telling more, until there was a chain reaction that spread through the whole sacrament meeting, shutting it down in a large argument about how "it could not be true," vs "I don't know, we need to hear more." I then left the room, and ran into the mishies in the foyer, and explained to them what had happened, and then let them know if they could resolve this discrepancy in a satisfying way, I would return. I then left, and sadly woke up to discover it was only a dream.

I still have mormon dreams occationally after 7 years. They are usually filled with frustration and anger with me yelling at my parents about how they are wrong and they are indifferent which escalates my anger. It usually involves some combination of sacrament meeting, other members looking on in discust, nakedness, underware, relatives and/or porn.

I just figure my mind is still working on my issues while I am asleep. After I wake up, I am not bothered by it.

"i see dead people...they are everywhere..."