Dream Journal
I was in a church sanctuary. The room was perfectly round and was sunk into the floor low enough that, when sitting, no person’s head stuck above the floor. The seats were set around the perimeter of the room so that everyone could be seen equally. One seat was reserved for the pastor; his wife sat to his right.
I had organized a potluck for after church. Everyone was supposed to bring food and place it in a specific place on the grass outside. When I arrived, people had parked on the grass in the very place I had designated for placing the food. There was one bowl of potato salad sitting in the appropriate place that had miraculously not been run over.