Last night I dreamt that my beloved deceased cat was finally given a breed by the American Cat Fanciers Association—Mackerel Tabby—but then this morning I dreamt that my friends Jessica and Heather and I stopped on a roadtrip at a free Christian hostel because (1) it was free and (2) the rooms were single-gender. Most of the residents were still in their teens, especially one Mormon boy who was staying there while preparing for his mission. Of course, the other residents loved showering him with pamphlets and worrying about the welfare of his immortal soul, but they were generally very nice.The biggest problem was flirting and sneaking into the opposite-gender rooms, which bugged me, so I started yelling at the residents for it. The movie-worthy straight-laced pastor and his calico-button-up-wearing wife loved me and quickly set me up as a hall monitor or resident adviser or something. (Dream me failed to be a good member-missionary and mention I was Mormon.) Pretty soon I was blowing a whistle and getting everyone out of bed for morning devotional. And they obeyed me!
Anyway, the dream ended with us all attending a revival service led by the pastor, at a simple wooden church. We sang hymns with familiar tunes and different words, and I even led us in one song that included shouting and dancing. Then I saw my friend Laura, who had been trying out this congregation for a while. We held hands in a circle with Jessica and Heather and sang, "Every Time I Feel the Spirit". The sun was starting to go down, the pastor took the stand to give his sermon, and then I woke up.
