Anyway, I had a dream I was working, it was Felpausch, except it didn't look right, but Tonya was my boss and the set vaguely looked like a service counter. It was the week before Easter, but not on Sunday, and we had the option of attending religious services all week. For some reason, I wanted to go. I, who have never even been baptized. So we got there, and the church was very familiar. Not beautiful, as seen on TV type of church, but realistic, pews with orange pads, carpet worn.
I took communion, but couldn't remember how to do it. I knew in my dream that I had never taken communion before ( like I said, I'm not even baptized) but I did it anyway, since I've seen it done. While I was taking communion, the person who was bringing around the tray (communion consisted of Ritz bits with Peanut Butter) was very concerned with me, not really guiding me through, but expressing his concern that I needed some extra attention. At one point, he put his hand on my neck and I got all tingly, overwhelmed. Not in a porn way, though. If that were the case, I wouldn't be writing this, as that I would expect from my psyche.
So, let's review. In a dream, I participated in an activity of an organized religion, and found some kind of spiritual experience during it. If you know me, you know why I'm freaked out. The fact that it is Sunday, St Patrick's day, and near Easter only compounds the experience.
Well, I gotta go. Literally. I went straight from bed to the computer, and I'm doing the peepee dance.
Any thoughts 'bout this?