so last night I took a Benedril which always knocks me out. Well this morning I slept til a little past 9 am making me late for my normal 9 am Mass...I must have in my mind realized I was missing mass and I had this crazy dream:
I was late for mass in a very large double cab truck with Melissa Serafin (our youth minister), John Boyle (her fiance who was driving), Kevin Wajek (another youth group adult volunteer). There was an altar set up on Ft. Smallwood Road near the Stoney Creek Bridge along the street near the Shell Station (all you people from The Dena will recognize this spot).
There was Father Brian with 2 altar boys offering mass. No one else was there. They were in the middle of mass and I said to John are we too late in the mass to go and still get "credit" for it? Of course John knew everything about the church because he went to seminary. He said in a very official knowledgeable voice ' No according to the church rules (but he used another big word for it) we are able to attend and still be able to get credit for it). But he couldn't find a place to park is large truck.
He tried to get into one spot and hit a little yellow car so he left that spot. We had to park blocks away and run to Mass. Of course when we got there mass was over and we were very disappointed.
I was so upset I woke up and it was after 9 am which is when I generally go to Mass on Sunday morning leaving me to go to a later Mass. How weird is that?
--------------------ACEO "Before the Blessed Sacrament" Not for Sale - Painted for my beautiful daughter.
2 comments:
Joann, I think our subconscious knows way more than we think it knows and probably would wish it didn't know. Now, how confusing was that sentence?
I rarely even remember my dreams!
Marlene, I know what you mean and agree with you!
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