My wife and I were walking down a city block. THere were a fre community buildings in the area. I started looking at one, the School of The Mind, and was interested. Four year memberships were available for $70. All I saw in the building, through the window, was a hallway and a desk, all white.
“I’ve joined.” She said. “I think you’d like it. They debate philosophy and have classes on a lot of subjects, plus there’s a gym.”
“Sounds good,” I told her. “And I’ve already paid $50 for the School of Cryonics over there.” I nodded towards the buiulding next to the School of the Mind. In a previous dream, in that building, I had signed up for a membership to some cryonics insitute. (This might be why I woke up thinking about Alcor.)
We walkedinto the School of the mind. I went cautiously because I didn’t know what to expect. When inside, I walked towards the desk. Before I got there there was a halway to my right. Along the hallway there were some doors. The hallway was short, but I felt it was longer than it seemed. I put money down on the empty desk and walked into the rest of the building.
Behond the desk, the halway turned 90-degrees to the left, at which point there was a large, blue and black room. There were a lot of people in there and from behind us more came in. From wasking questions and what I gathered, in this place, atheirsts and naturalists met to lear about various subjects together. This included exercise classes (the mechanical bull was a popular option), science classes, and even porn. Then, once in a while, religious folks would come in and have “philosophical debates” with us. Aparently, this debate was part of the appeal to the place.
I walked around for a while, joined in a class, watched a movie, did some exercise, and talked to a few people. Then a flood of people came in, all holding bibles, and talking to everyone. I wanted to avoid these, so I headed towards the back of the building. I looked into a number of rooms as I did, and then saw in one of the rooms a girl, black, very fit, wearing a gymnist’s outfut, doing gymnastics on a moving platform. (I remember seeing her “It’s for abs,” she told me, the proceeded to do a bunch of flips through the platform, off the platform, and right in front of me. She then tells me to try, though I know for a fact I can’t do any of that. But in the back of my mind…
I consider swinging on some ropes available in front of me, but see that they’re not tied to anyting strong enough to sustain my body weight. I walk out of there and am met by one of the Christians arguing with everyone. I remember thinking “I don’t have a problem with their faith or religion. They can believe whatever they want to believe. But once they star demanding that their version of history and “science” be taught, then that’s when I get angry.” (I remember thinking about Neil DeGrasse-Tyson when I thought about this.) The guy, a white, heavy-set blonde with a goatee, starts talking to me saying he’d rather go to the trigonometry room to talk. I tell him I don’t like trig, so that should be perfect; he tells me he does, and agrees. As we walk towards there, I stop off at the bathroom, where I’m hoping something drives them away. I look in one of the bathrooms and there are a number of art canvases on the walls, all which looked like a not-well-defined woman taking off her clothes. I went back out and I guess the Christians were offended because they left.
I then started thinking about life insurance agan, and cryonics. This is when I woke up. I think it’s time I call an insurance company and set up cryonics.
