I am a Mickey Mouse Mormon Mason

I have long had an interest in the secret, the hidden and the mysterious. Not the woo-woo supernatural mysteries kind but more the secret amongst us kind. It is not an uncommon motif; I am not the only one who finds secrets and secret societies intriguing. There are web sites filled with the secrets of the Mormons and the Masons( of which I have spent a fair amount of time attempting to discover). I have watched every History Channel show on the secrets of the Mormons and the Masons, of which there are many, and was left wanting more Mason mysteries. I tuned into specials on the Discovery channel, intrigued to discover secrets I didn't already know about Joseph Smith and his special glasses.

Growing up in L.A. means I spent a lot of time at the Magic Kingdom. We went to Disneyland every time a friend or relative came to visit. I went for birthdays, Christmas and Easter Holidays and, of course, for Grad Nite. As long as I have visited Disneyland I have been intrigued by their secrets. When I was little I wanted to know who was under the Mickey Mouse costume and wondered whether they were hot, sweaty and miserable. As I got older I was curious what the secrets behind the shiny-happy exterior of Mickey-land was really like. I wanted to see the imperfections of the park. There had to be a place in the park where tired employees sit and complain about being thrown up on by a child who had a toxic mix of too much cotton candy and Mr. Toad's Wild Ride.

When I got older still I learned that that there was a secret place in Disneyland meant for just a select few. A doorway hidden among the rides, tee shirt shops and churro stands that I could not enter. This place was called Club33. Club 33 is a private club in the Magic Kingdom in which you can drink alcohol. Now, I enjoy a good cocktail every now and then but not enough to pay $10,450 for that privilege and an annual fee of $3,275. Even if I was ready to pony up, or should I say Pluto up, that kind of cash, there is a 10-20 year wait list for membership. Right now there is such a long wait list that the Mouse of all media isn't even accepting letters of interest let alone membership applications. Only 487 memberships are ever available and a membership only becomes available when someone dies( as memberships are not transferable).

For years I have longed entry into this place just to see it, just as I have dreamed of somehow sneaking into a Mormon temple to see what I can't see and then to hightail it out as soon as my curiosity was satisfied and I understood once and for all what the purpose of the magic underwear is. Since I haven't sent of a letter of intent to get on the decade long waiting list and I know no one who is a member I may never see the inside of Club 33.

However, the other night I dreamt of Club 33. I was there with my husband( only it wasn't He-weasel, in dreams you can by bigamous without any legal ramifications) and another couple( I think they were my sister, that I don't really have, and her husband). We went to the door of Club 33 to get a membership. I had a bag of stickers that said Club 33 on them and I had a Club 33 dog collar. This, in the dream, was given to me by another of my sister's and was proof of my eligibility to join the club. I showed it to the girl at the desk. She went away and came back. She said that my husband and I were eligible and that for $75 we could be members( which is almost $13,000 off the regular price). I explained to the woman that my sister was also a member of the church(it felt as if I was saying she was a Mormon. which in the dream I seemed to be). All four of us pulled out our credit cards to pay for entry. We were all delighted that for such a small price we could be members of this exclusive club.

Well, this e-ticket of a dream was too good not to take to Igor. First of all Igor was intrigued that I had dreamt of both Six Flags Magic Mountain and Disneyland in the course of a single week. Both places are for amusement and both are places that promise "Magic".

Igor strongly believes that this dream has to do with publishing, as publishing would be the happiest place on earth for me, and oh, sweet Mickey Mouse, do I hope he is right. Publishing is a secret society of which only the select few gain admission and the price for admission is steep and even if you are willing to pay it one might have to wait for many years to gain entry to the club of the published because it is a "Small publishing world after all."

He also thinks that it is not so much being in Club 33 or getting into a Mormon temple but rather getting past the threshold of those who cannot enter and he equates this with publishing. See, he believes that the important part of publishing for me is to be accepted by the authorities and not so much what comes after that. As, I don't really care about staying at Club 33, I just want to get in and see what it's like. I don't have much fantasy of what will happen after I publish I just want to get in the club.

What gets me into this club, in the dream? I have been given a dog collar and stickers by my sister. What the heck does that mean? Well since I really have no Mormon sister who is a member of Club 33, I think the dream is trying to say that the way I will gain access to the place I have always wanted to go is through feminine relatedness, something very close to me and it is not through money but through identification that I will get in. The dog collar is worn for identification. The stickers show belonging. I gain entry into a place that has a very high price of entry and I have to pay a low price to enter it. Pretty nice. I only hope the dream is right.

Now, let me get all conspiracy theory on you. Disneyland's Club 33....33...well, the highest order of the Masons is the 33 degree initiation. Christ died when he was 33. Harry Truman was the 33rd President of the United States and he was from Missouri. Walt Disney was from Missouri ( or as I like to call it, Mouse-souri) and many people believe Disney was a 33rd degree Mason. Many claim that Joseph Smith got the rituals for the Mormon Church from the Masons. I am just saying....

*** I am away from home until Tuesday night. I am not sure if I will have access to the internet. If you don't see me here or on your blog, please understand why. Thanks!***