Dreams, and such

   Last night I dreamt that I had been driving, by myself, and decided to stop at a church for Mass. The church was in Stillwater or Mechanicville, some familiar location, but I hadn't been there for a while. I walked in, saw it was mostly empty, but there were people in the entry way, standing around as if waiting for services to begin. I stood there for a while, and then I recognized Teresa Andrew, standing among the others. She was wearing a beautiful white top, and I thought she might have been part of some ceremony or other, but then I saw she was wearing a really pretty print skirt in a red design. Her hair was dark and curly and in a very becoming cut. I complimented her on her wardrobe and her hair. She responded graciously. She was with others so I entered the church by myself.
   I didn't know the time of the service so I walked over to a wall where it looked like a schedule was hanging. I felt slightly self-conscious doing so because I had to make 2 trips; it wasn't clear to me what the start time was because the wall chart said it would be 1 1/4 hours and I couldn't seem to calibrate the time with my watch.
    Some people were beginning to file into the seats, so I decided to stay for the service. I took a seat in the mid-front area where no one was sitting. But  I noticed that every seat in that section had coats or jackets hanging on them, so I had to get out of that area. I moved to the side section and sat there, pretty much by myself. I soon discovered that from that angle, I would not be able to see the Altar, and deduced that if I couldn't see, I wouldn't be able to hear either. I decided to leave but by then all the seats around me were filled. The area was snug, and I could not get out without causing major disturbances.

     This morning I got a Facetime call. He had dreamt that he was on Wrentham Street discussing finances with his brother. Although at first he wasn't sure it was a dream. I told him dreams are as real as reality  itself. Or something like that...