DREAMS FROM THE BRAIN OF MATTHEW JAMES
PHANTASMAGORIUM
A DREAM WRITTEN BY HIS OWN HAND UPON WORDPRESS
This an account of three separate dreams, where in which they were all flashed together, phantasmagoria style.
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The Thrice Times
1 I was learning about the various mysteries of the Book of Mormon in 3 separate places that would change intermittingly. One place I was on the side of a noisy street learning scripture from a black man who was reading scripture passages out of order.
2 He mainly read versus from 2 Nephi that were basically taken word-for-word from Isaiah. Then I was in the church house sitting on metal chairs. I was learning more scripture from this white and not so delightsome fellow who kept pushing me to read Moroni 10:3-5 and D & C 9:8-9 out loud to him.
3 I kept refusing to do so because of his manner. Then, the last place was in a whole nother dimension of which I can’t describe. I was learning more scripture from a half-black and half-white woman clad in a dress of daisies and an ill-fitting bonnet. She told me of the 3,000 some-odd scriptures that had been changed throughout time. I then asked her how she knew that fact; she just plainly told me “evidence,” and that was it.
4 She went about her business while Wogtime was half past 78 which apparently dianected the series. She left me with the truth that I was looking for:
The Book of Mormon was written by man and not of God himself.
5 God then there descended from nigh unto Kolob and told me of 3 great cities that needed rebuilding. I can only recall that the cities all started with the letter ‘R,’ and ended with the letter ‘S.’
6 Then a sudden feeling of acidic pressure was building up and pushing against my muscles down there. I started breaking out into a cosmic sweat struggling to find a toilet in this foreign place and time. I almost relieved myself when I found an intergalactic Bemus, but, I awoke, standing in front of an American Standard. Truly relieved!