"I have to say, it was DEFINETLY one of the most creepy experiences I have ever experienced. Something VERY false about it all. Just past all the glitter and gold, there was an emptiness that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up."
My mother said the EXACT SAME THING! She was very uneasy and uncomfortable.
I know folks can find almost anything on blogs, and that blogs don't carry "invincible truth"...but they can be as testimonial as the testimonies that LDS missionaries bear door to door. For example, note these two stories whereby women inside the temple mention "creepy" feelings:
"As a convert, I always knew not everything was '100%true', I just wanted so badly to be part of the group. Also, they don't tell you all the weird stuff right away. For my husband who was born into it...We hated the temple ceremony always, because it was so creepy. I think that was the beginning of the end for me. I was so disturbed, I wish I had walked out when they asked me to take off all my clothes and put that sheet on. EEEEEWWWW. I'm so embarassed that I did that!!! I mean, I'm a rational, normal person and yet I didn't walk out when I KNEW something was VERY wrong. I feel like I will never recover from my experience with Mormonism........." [This was found on a blog: http://www.postmormon.org/forum_vb/archive/index.php/t-44.html ]
In 1990, I was privileged to attend the Temple with my wife and to be sealed to her. It was, again, a wonderful, inspiring, spiritual experience meer words can't ever describe.[Spiff]
Well, from other blogs, this is not a universal "feeling" you experienced. Note this written in a UK religion thread as espoused by an LDS temple bride:
"...go to this room, go in the cubicle and take everything off... I felt so self-conscious and mortally embarrassed to be wearing not a stitch under the ‘shield'. (A ghost-like sheet that I clutched both sides closed on) I stayed in that dressing room for a long time. I was willing myself to have the courage to leave... With tears of embarrassment and shame in my eyes I emerged from that little stall and led to a room with a curtain with a short round little old lady on a stool. She took my package of garments, handed them to another lady who disappeared behind another curtain. She tried to reassure me and then quietly started saying some stuff really quietly... then she proceeded to touch different parts of my skin, in short, made me feel downright creepy. Violated... She then led me to another room where there was another lady on a stool. She started doing the same thing but with oil. I remember closing my eyes, clenching my teeth and willing myself to stay there and endure this. My future marriage depended on my enduring this. After this, I noticed my garments, opened, and hung over a bar on the wall. Instead of allowing me to be a dignified adult, they PUT these on me! Yes, they held them open, just as I hold underpants and pants open for my 3 year old child. And being in a trance like state, I stepped in. They could tell I think, that I was stunned into silence because they said, 'normally we take the shield off of you and then put your garment top on, but we'll let you step into it.' So like a robot I stepped into my garment top and they shimmied it up my body. I inquired whether I could go put clothes on and they said yes. Finally, I had passed one of the tests of the temple: enduring the washing and anointing. For the record, I will NEVER in my life do that again. On we went to the little chapel where I was relieved to finally see my fiancé. He knew how bad all of that was for me and hugged me for a long time. I wanted to leave. I felt just awful inside, like this was all wrong. But I had been told my whole life that the endowment was to be looked forward to, so I pressed on. We walked into the endowment room... I felt baffled that I was sitting across the aisle from my future ‘eternal companion.' I remember we moved from room to room and getting to briefly see my fiancé as we moved to different rooms. I remember thinking how funny he looked in that baker's hat, but then repenting of my light minded ness because I was in the temple. And most of all, I remember it being over and being relieved to get back in the car and leave the place. We ate at a little Subway on the way home. What a way to celebrate a major life moment!"
And related comments such as: "My experience was the same as yours, except mine was 'pre-1990' so it was even more bizarro. Suffice it to say that I was so stunned I remember little but slashing my throat in pantomime..."
Source: http://groups.google.com/group/uk.religion.christian/browse_thread/thread/8e1bf21ae41898d0/e84b87cab7819fdc