I dreamed that we were going to church at the church where I grew up in Shadeland, Indiana. Shannon and Axton were coming with us. Because we didn't have enough room for everyone, Shannon just held Axton on her lap instead of buckling him into his car seat. Unfortunately for Shannon, Axton had a bad dirty diaper on the way there and it leaked all over Shannon's dress. She had poop all over her, even on her face.
I asked Shannon if she had a change of clothes, which she did, and offered to let her use the shower in the annex that had been built onto the church. I told her that Betty Snellenberger (the treasurer at our old church in Clay City, who passed away last November) used to live in the annex and had a nice apartment with a shower. In fact, it had a shower, two bathtubs (a claw-foot one and a modern tub/shower combo) and a jacuzzi. So I left Shannon there and went back to the church.
However, there were swarms of small children all around the church dressed up as little ghosts carrying pumpkin baskets. I asked, "What are all these children doing? Halloween was yesterday!" and someone told me that since it was still dark out, they were out trick-or-treating. They like to trick-or-treat until dawn. They had put up barricades around the church, so I rode around the church on my Big Wheel removing barricades. There were also a lot of other children waiting for the doors to open to the Presbyterian church next door, which obviously had a way cool children's program since the kids had color-coding matching t-shirts on.
Then Betty Snellenberger came walking down the sidewalk, not in her power chair like she used to be. I said, "Betty!" and she cried, "Lisa!"and we ran toward each other and hugged each other and then I said, "Wait--I thought you were dead." All of a sudden she got a really sheepish look on her face and she ran off in the other direction.
Then it was time for church. My family was there and so was Erick's family. I couldn't find my music. I looked all over and asked everyone. Timothy was on Minecraft and didn't answer me. Erick was in a theological debate with his dad and didn't answer me, either. The girls wanted me to run to Walmart and buy a curling iron for Shannon, and I said I didn't have time. I found last week's songs, but I didn't want to sing the same songs I sang last week, so I kept looking.
Finally I found them on Joyce's dining room table under a stack of unopened mail. There were five songs, and I hadn't made any copies of them. The song on top was one I had never even heard of and it was written in three languages. I decided we shouldn't sing that once since we didn't have time to practice, so I grabbed the old stack from last week so I could switch out the first one for "Testify to Love." However, someone had stepped on it in the van and it was so torn and dirty I couldn't even get a decent copy of it.
That's when Erick woke me up, which I was actually thankful for because I was really getting stressed out about the whole situation.
