Had another one of those dreams where I’m trying or being encouraged to reclaim my lost faith. This time it was a summer-camp-like environment like so many fundie-related dreams. All my (non) lovers, all my past and futures, were there with me; a true laundry list of embarrassing experiences. AK, CB, RR, MG, TM, etc. As we sat in a large tent stocked with folding chairs, authority figures up front tossed out bags of hard candies similar to Worther’s to those individuals who could provide satisfying tales of their experiences meeting (and defeating) doubt. I remember I desperately wanted some candy, but I was unwilling to say that I had defeated doubt when I hadn’t. People looked at me with absolute scorn because of this. By the end of the dream, I was attempting to buy candies and decorative sacks in order to make my own reward for being consistent. Ah well, back to sleep.