Just before I woke up, I dreamt that I had walked to San Leandro (is that right?) and I decided to go to 7 o’clock mass. Morning mass at Saint Felicitas! I passed the crowd that had just come out and walked through the main entrance. In the center was donated furniture that looked like it had come from my aunt’s house. Blue sofas. I stopped at the right side entrance (this was where I always entered back in the day) and Toby Keith stopped behind me. I guess we were going to church together. (Can I just say WEIRD?!) Instead of pews, there were long tables set up everywhere, with fold up chairs surrounded each table. Like in a reception hall. We sat down, but then it was time for the tables to go and for the chairs to line up in rows. We decided to sit in the third row from the back.
And that was the dream.
Okay, time to do some laundry and the like…
