Weird!

I don't often remember dreams. When I do, they usually were doozies.

Last night, I dreamed that I had gone with my sister to a funeral in Salt Lake City, Utah. We had borrowed a car from someone, a strange, teardrop-shaped vehicle. I was supposed to play the prelude on the organ, and also sing during the service. For some reason, we arrived late, but a choir was singing, so at least they weren't missing me yet. Then, on my way up to the podium, I discovered that I had left my music in the car. I rushed out, and began a vivid adventure that included crossing freeways on foot, meeting gracious and helpful people, and finding a loveable puppy. Tunnels, large buildings, and men's wear stores also featured prominently in the dream. I never did find where we had parked the car, and in my attempt to get back to the large church, I somehow transposed 33rd South into a north-south street, and 4th West into an east-west street. I don't know if SLC even has a 4th West, or if there is a church in that vicinity. I woke up before I got back to the church.

Whew!