Disclaimer: Dream

    I was at the Catholic church in Valley Falls and it was being redone, for church purposes. The outside was totally finished and a large crew of workers were doing a complete restoration inside the building. The entryway, from an architectural viewpoint, was the same configuration, except completely remodeled. Everything was new and glossy, with bright and shiny walls and flooring, even a marble plaque with current information. One side gave contact information for the services. But the other side of the plaque didn't make sense to me. The contact information contained the letter x and it seemed out of place. As I stood there thinking who I could notify about this, one of the workers came out of the main part. He had blond hair, was young, friendly and talkative, and wearing a yellow and white mixed pattern shirt. After a while, the seemingly cryptic and/or erroneous wording in the plaque suddenly came clear to me, and I was glad to have saved myself the embarrassment of pointing out what I had perceived to be  a mistake. The left side of the plaque told how to contact the rectory. The right side clearly displayed who to contact for prescriptions, therefore the Rx. number. I was glad the young worker had done all the talking, and I hadn't had the chance to display my ignorance.

   By now, the other workers were getting ready to leave, and the doors to the inside were opened. I went in, and it was all different, long passageways all aglow with new tiled walls in bright blue hues. I walked down the hallways, in search of one of the  many bathrooms.

  I was soon on the way home, my bicycle parked outside the church. I was unsure at first how to get on my bicycle, whether from the left side or the right. It was a girl's bicycle, but the forks were higher; you couldn't just step in. You had to step up. As I rode home, down the familiar sidewalk, I had the memory  that when I had access to a bicycle, the many errands I was asked to run, from various neighbors as well as my family, seemed easy and even fun as long as I could ride a bike; having to walk was tedious.

   Before I got home, another dream segment inserted itself, but like the oil on water of most dreams, it floated away and out of the recall of memory.