Last night I dreamt that all the aspects of my subconscious were seated at a banquet table.
Seven of us sat in unity. Six were in normal dining chairs, but I was seated in a more ornate chair with red cushions, befitted with jewels.
A bountiful feast was before us.
We all were nourished and happy from the delicious morsels on the table. Some of us were men, some women, some even animals; however, we were all the same person. But one woman stood out among all. She was a very stout looking woman with dowdy grey hair and a tattered fur coat. Her sour countenance changed. She kept looking at me imploringly. Then she finally said, tearfully, “I’m sorry I told you God was dead.”