Dream Journal
B and I were at Karen’s house for one of her kids wedding. It was a large oak log cabin. She is excited that we decided to come to the ceremony, and eagerly gives us a tour of her home. She first shows us a large, spacious kitchen where her son, Eli, is washing the dishes.
She leads us through hallways and rooms and stairwells galore. We end up in a church sanctuary on the second floor of her home. This room is very large; it is probably the size of half a football field. We sit in the center of the pew in the center of the room.
The pastor is young and not terribly handsome, but is dressed in a nice suit. He talks and talks about football and mentions that this day is Super Bowl Sunday. He talks about the marvelous game of football for at least a half hour, and then everyone is dismissed. Karen turns to me and says, ‘What a lovely ceremony.’ I thought it odd that we never saw a bride or a groom during the entire ceremony. And I still didn’t know which of her kids had just gotten married.