So I was taking my Sunday afternoon nap, and it got ugly. I started the dream at my pastor’s house. It was Sunday morning, and we were all getting ready for church (the whole cngregation had spent the night). Well, the pastor’s family asked me to get some of their kids out of their “rooms.” Well, it seems that my pastor lived in the world’s biggest freezer. Each kid had their own freezer that they slept in. And they had four kids and hundreds of freezers. The first three were found pretty quickly since they had freezers upstairs, and there were only three freezers upstairs. The fourth one was down in the basement, which was like one of those places in the bus station with hundreds of lockers…except this was, of course, hundreds of freezers. I was scrambling through them all, trying to find this kid before he froze to death, and the pastor’s wife told me, “Oh, a few minutes won’t hurt…just keep looking.” I kept running upstairs hoping someone had found him, and then running downstairs to look again. I finally found the kid, and he wasn’t even cold, though he had spent an entire night ina freezer. He was quite alert and happy. Ugh. On the other hand, I was hyper-ventilating. I actually woke up at this point, short of breath.
So we all went to “church.” It was a huge auditorium. And it was the first time I met this guy at church. In all reality, it was a guy I’ve met in Vancouver, WA, who Rachel has known a long time. His name is Ben. Anyway, he told me that he was going to New York because he had to act on Broadway, and none of his friends could go, so I could go and see my family and watch some Mets games. Then he led me to this seat. I was still carrying this baby, who was actually the size of a six year old. He was bald, and had a little bit of stubble on his chin. Anyway, those crazy Christians were getting upset with me because I was walking down the ramp instead of using the steps down to my seat at the front of this huge auditorium. Of course, I was using the ramp because I was carrying this huge kid. They started to yell at the band at the front to put up some of those gaurd rails on the ramp (the ones that form your line at the movie theatre or the front ticket counter at the airport), and all of a sudden, I noticed “My Jesus, My Savior” is going on in the background. Yeah.
I finally get to my seat, and the music ends, and instead of a sermon, we watch a film on the big screen. The film was called, “The Traditional Dwizard.” I don’t know…it was like Merlin meets Lord of the Rings.
Then Tim’s sister called, and I woke up. She’s a goddess.
