Strolling Towards God


Ok, this was one of those complicated dreams that change as you have it. It started as a stroll through a house, not uncommon for me. The houses I stroll in are usually big and have secret rooms. Many times they are my house but bigger. So this one had a big ceiling and a large storage room like a warehouse. I saw what looked to be plastic trays shaped like they held little bottles of congac. I the saw the bottles themselves and figured the room to be a distillery of sorts; as I further snooped I saw a spiral staircase leading to a chapel connected to a gambling room. I then was introduced to a man whom I assumed was a mobster.