I guess it's never going away: daytime carryovers of JW-related stuff seeping into my dreams.
The majority of these dreams take place at conventions but with really weird trappings. Last night I dreamed I arrived at the site with no books, no lunch, nothing but my car keys. I found a seat and saved it with my car keys, telling the guy in the next seat that the keys were to my Porsche. They were there when I returned -- JWs are the most honest people on the planet (in your dreams).
A young sister, in company with her worldly father, named Punk (in reality, Pinky), asked me if it was all right to stand in the shade when out in service (it really gets hot here in the summer). Punk said she shouldn't be asking me since I was ten years out of the truth.
Some guy (I didn't recognize him, but he could've been in the movies) drove up to what had been my former home in a brand new Pontiac Grand Safari station wagon. It was loaded with all his belongings. He said he lost his home and had no where to go. A visiting JW relative told him the best thing to do was to go out in service.
An alien, from Alien: Covenant, climbed into my bed. Nothing happened. JWs are chaste.
Do you dream JW?
Below: the very Pontiac wagon from my dream: