Bad dream

 I was coming, as a priest, to visit a new church. MAL, a friend of many years but now dead, was the retiring priest (she never was a priest.)

We were going to a small morning prayer, but I suggested doing a eucharist and she agreed.

When we got there, the church was packed with people. I was wandering around, amazed by the turnout, when I found myself lying on a table, unable to sit up.

Two folks were there and I begged them to help me stand up for the service but when I tried to touch them my hand went right through them. They weren't real.

I found myself trying to sit up with all my strength and when I woke up I was sitting on the side of our bed, one foot on the floor.

I laid back down and covered up--it was chilly--and tried to figure out my dream.

I feel asleep before I could figure it out....