So.... Saturday night, what did I dream about?
Going to a different church.
This particular church is located near where I work... it is a Lutheran Church, and in my dream, I was passing by when I heard the most moving Gospel music. I knew something was strange, because, well, we Lutherans aren't always the most... er... moving of religious musical stylists. Anyway, I went inside, and I was clearly a stranger there, and all the nice Lutherans (we CAN be a friendly bunch) were waving to me to sit with them.
There wasn't much more to it than that, really.
Sunday night... I was too exhausted from watching the Emmy awards to dream.
I guess I have been off of the Vicodin long enough to be free of it, eh?