Dumb dreams. I found myself sitting in a chair near the organist at my local church. There were folks out in the auditorium, and the preacher and his wife near the pulpit.
It was night time, and the lights were on, and I couldn't quite figure out why I was there and at which point of the service, if there was one, I was viewing.
Three women were in the first pew talking about what they had to do that evening. One made a comment about how first she would be driving Ron home.
I took that comment rather personally, inside my head, and wondered why she would need to drive me home. Why was I not driving one of my two vehicles?
I waited to see if someone was going speak to me, and then I excused myself.
I went outside, and it was very dark. For whatever reason, I started walking myself toward home. It was a long road, it was very dark, and I continued to wonder why I was doing what I was doing.
I then woke up. Never reached the house, but found I wasn't worried about it at all.
