Dream Journal
I was at the Anchor Point church for a wedding. The church was tiny and the sanctuary only had two rows. B’s family sat in the front pew; I smiled and walked briskly past them, almost pulling B by the hand behind me.
Around a corner I saw the rest of the pews, but there will still only three or four rows, with others sitting in them. My group of friends sat in the front pew and left no room for me so I walked to the next to last row and sat down.
A woman standing in the aisle to my right held a guitar and began playing for the audience, but I quickly realized she was just plucking the strings in time with some background music: she wasn’t using the frets at all. I had a guitar which I laid flat on my lap and plucked along with her, happy that I could play along and that I had discovered how untalented she really was.
Melissa sat in the row behind me, and when the guitarist sat down Melissa got up and stood in the aisle while the next musician set up. The next musician started playing and Melissa started singing and dancing animatedly. The people around me were uncomfortable with her display, interrupting the performance as she was, and they looked at me to do something.
I watched her for a bit more before standing up, taking her by the wrist, and pulling her to my pew. I sat on her left and told her that she was interrupting, so she had to sit still next to me. I put my right arm around her shoulders and squeezed her.
After the music stopped, we were in some sort of video game where we did tasks and searched out items and were awarded points. Dick and I were a team, and we wandered around to see the other teams’ progress.
The game took place in underground tunnels and caves. We went just left of the central game headquarters into the biggest, darkest cave in the game to check on another team. They were deep into the cave and were working on a project that required wooden planks. They needed one last plank, so one of the team members pulled a plank from a wooden gate near where Dick and I stood.
I looked at the ceiling structure of the cave, and noticed that a little deeper in the cave walls turned from rock to cement. Standing at the intersection of wall materials I could hear traffic above me and determined we were under a bridge.
Studying the intersecting wall materials more, I realized that the wooden gate from which the other team tore their last plank had been supporting the bridge. I tried to inform the group that the concrete infrastructure would likely collapse on top of them, but they were too engaged in their project to listen.
Dick and I left them and went back to the central game headquarters, a large, open cavern. The cave we had been in exited on top of a tall cliff in the cavern. I grabbed Dick’s hand and swung out over the cliff face, setting my feet on the cavern wall to the side of the cliff. Dick lost his balance, however, and fell over the cliff.
I swung back to the edge of the cliff and increased my grip on his hand. He started to pull me over the edge, but my weight had slowed him down enough that when I did go over we didn’t fall very fast. We landed at the bottom safely.