Two summers ago I had a dream based in the Musée d'Orsay in Paris. I had visited there earlier that summer. The basic layout of the museum was the same, but the contents where completely changed. First, I stopped in a side area on the right of the museum, but instead of the usual paintings I found the tombs of greek gods. One was the tomb to a snake god, and another was a tomb to a human god. I took the skull of this human god in my hand, and balanced it in my hand. A clear act of disrespect, but they were dead anyway.
I walked through the museum, and saw many wonders of the past, but time has faded that their memory to just gold, bright, and grand. A pair of huge wood doors stood in front of me. Its wood painfully carved with great detail.
I entered a room that was much like a cathedral like church I attend every week as a child. In this room stood all the greek gods alive and well. The snake god glanced my way, and I knew that after showing so much disrespect I was in danger.
I tried to quietly run over the top of the pews to get out of the room. A god with a winged hat who looked much like Will Ferrell grabbed me. I realized that this was the god whose skull I had held in my hand. Dread filled my heart expecting endless punishment. Instead he started to flirt with me. Pulling me ever closer. I looked at his winged hat thinking that I knew who god this was, but I couldn’t quite place him.
As he leaned in to kiss me I pushed him away, and ran out of this weird church.
The dream continued, and it had many other scenes that portrayed my understanding of France, but this is a blog about dreams of men, so I have isolated this part.
Features of the rest of the dream include a masquerade, in which I was so small I was overlooked.
And a stairway that lead to the area the pour wondering soul of Cosette from Les Miserables wondered. She carried a candle, but the place she wondered in was completely black, and I knew I did not want to go down and meet her.
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