A dream in Spain

I dreamed that I was at a ¿bead shop? a store, anyway, with decent window-shopping and a sort of glass-fronted counter. Anyway, my bag was behind the counter (I really don't know why; it's not the sort of bag that's big enough that they make you leave it at the front of the store - not usually, anyway), and I wanted it back. So the sales clerk asked me to describe what was in it (in Spanish, mind, because the dream took place in Spain). And while that's the bag in which I carry everything that might be useful, I couldn't actually think of what I kept in it. I finally came up with "a camera in a little black bag (I meant case, but can't say case in Spanish)." And she looked, and found it, among a surprising number of other oddiments that shouldn't all have fit into the bag, like the little stuffed kangaroo that I got in Australia when I was three, and a glass water bottle partially filled with wine that belonged to my friends (I don't know why I was carrying it; I had a bag and they thought that it was sketchy to carry a bottle of wine around the street?), which gave the sales clerk some pause, although I don't know of any reason that I shouldn't be carrying around a water bottle with wine in it (it was a funny-shaped bottle, too, like one of those Pom bottles with big lumps). I offered it to her if it would make her feel better, because my friends weren't around to claim it and I was tired of hauling it around, and I suspected that they had forgotten I had it, and anyway, it's not like I cared about it (this, folks, is why you should never delegate me to haul around drinks that I have no interest in) but the sales clerk said she didn't want it and kept going through my bag. And as she rooted around, I kept thinking things like, now why didn't I remember that I had my teal bandanna in here? But she eventually found the camera in its case, and gave me my bag back.

And I just had to mention,

I was browing the list of legal book and movie and music downloads helpfully provided by ITS, and on one of the book places, under subject: Fantasy games, I found this:

A Christian Response to Dungeons & Dragons
The Catechism of the New Age


They want our children.
They want our future.
With remarkable evangelistic zeal, the advocates of New Age thinking have captured the hearts and minds of thousands of kids through ingenious cartoons and movies, comics and toys, books and music. Featuring monsters, magic, violence, and sensuality, our children's popular culture has been transformed into a kind of "catechism of the New Age" -an introduction to occultism.
One of the chief weapons used in this spiritual raid on our children is a game-just a simple game. It is called Dungeons & Dragons and has sold millions of copies to youngsters all over America.
In this revealing booklet, authors Peter Leithart and George Grant show just exactly what this phenomenal game is, how it works, and why it is so popular. They also provide a Biblical critique of the game so that Christians can know how to respond.
If you've been looking for a short, concise, and accurate assessment of the current barrage of New Age ideas on our children and our future, look no more-you've found it.





It's 18 pages long, from 1987. The bold text is original.
I may just have to read it.

So, do you folks feel indoctrinated?