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Strange dreams

I know that everyone dreams regularly, and if you don't, you die. So I know that I dream more often than I remember. I usually only remember that I have dreamed once in every 2-3 months, and I only remember the dream itself once or twice a year.

For this, I am extremely grateful, because the few I do remember in the morning are mightily weird. For example, last night:

I was in a room, with a half-a-dozen people, most of whom I didn't recognize except for demongrey and his mother. They were planning something complex, and she broke off and looked at me and said, "We'd like to have you involved, if you're willing. Actually, we need someone to lead the Prayers of the People."

This early point is when I became certain it was a dream. I'm not close enough to demongrey to have been in that room in the first place, let alone for his mother to want me to be involved in what turned out to be a funeral (although I never did figure out who died). Besides, I don't think Catholics have Prayers of the People, do they?

But what I said was, "I really don't think you want me. I'm not Catholic."

"That's okay," she said, "neither am I. (Dream, right.) Besides, it's going to be an Episcopalian service."

"Oh, then you do want me. Which form?" I asked.

"Form IV."

Next, about a hundred people and I were in what certainly seemed to be the grounds of a fairly ornate church, but apparently was not our destination. I suddenly recalled that I had a family obligation as well, because we were having another memorial service for my grandfather. I thought this was fairly ridiculous, but I owed it to my mother to at least see if I could get to wherever and whenever it was. However, I had no information.

I dithered for a bit, trying to figure out how to get it without calling my mother and saying, "Look, I thought this idea was stupid, so I don't remember anything about it. Tell me what you're doing." That really wouldn't have been productive. Eventually, daeron walked up to me and handed me a printout of an email from my father with their travel itinerary. I could swear I had never seen this email, and I questioned daeron about why he had it, but he just smiled.

I perused the papers, and discovered that my family's thing was going to be at 4 p.m. in Philadelphia. "Oh, that's not so bad," I said, "I can get there from here with no problem."

"Not if you're going to be in Ramapo at 3:30 with the rest of us," said, and walked away.

Then there ensued what seemed like hours, but was probably only seconds, of chaos, as I attempted to accomplish the following:
  • Find directions to wherever we were going in Ramapo.
  • Find a copy of the Book of Common Prayer, so I could confirm that Form IV was the one I remembered, and familiarize myself with it.
  • Find something to wear. 90% of my clothing was dirty, and what remained was not appropriate for a funeral, and there wasn't anything that had been ironed. This is an accurate assessment of my laundry at the moment, but I'm not entirely sure why I thought the situation could be remedied in less than an hour OUTSIDE A CHURCH.
  • Tell my mother I wouldn't be coming. Every time I called, she babbled for ten minutes without letting me get a word in edgewise, and then had to hang up on me.

Eventually, I got my mother to put my dad on the phone. He agreed that it would be a colossal waste of my time to go there, and I should stick with my plans. I put on an outfit that I found vastly inappropriate, but demongrey's mother walked by and approved of it, so I let it go. Then I ran out of time.

"You're going to be following me," soupkills told me.

I was relieved that someone knew more than I did, but, "Follow? Couldn't I..." get a ride, or at least have someone ride with me, I was about to ask, but daeron smirked as he got into soupkills's car along with museasylum626 and a woman I didn't know. No, I guess not.

"You're parked down there? OK, come along here, take a left there," he pointed, "and another left at the end. There's a wide grassy area where the cars are lining up. Park on the right at the end, or at least in the last five cars, and make sure there's room for me right behind you."

"Behind?" I asked.

"Yes, you're following me, so I need to be right behind you," he said, with an expression that indicated it had been a very silly question.

And then I woke up.

Do you know what one of the first things I did this morning was? I pulled out a BCP to confirm that yes, Form IV of the Prayers of the People is the one that I thought. However, a burial service has its own form of Prayers of the People.

Dreams are supposed to be reflecting things in the subconscious, I understand. It really seems to me like my subconscious decided that my anticipated weekend was too relaxing, and I needed to add stress to it. Thanks, but I think I'll pass.

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