Today's Song: "Jesus is the Rock", FWFriends
Today's Mood: Subdued
Today's Random Ginny Thing: Explain to me how a customer can say they want their ToGo order ready at 11:3o and show up at 11, demanding to know where it is.

I like that song
because we sang it last night at FWFriends (my puppet ministry) and it's catchy and fun to sing and yes, it's religious. *lopsided, lovingly patient smile* If I ever had the guts or fiery desire, I'd run off to the major puppet ministry company they have stationed in California. I forget the name of the company, but they send groups out all over the country.
Screw money. I just want to do something that makes me happy. I wish I knew how to go about being a professional puppeteer.

Most unrealistic, weirdest freaking dream ever
(And quite frankly, disclaimer time: I would never do this kind of stuff in real life.)

Another one of those pre-dreams where I was the star actress and never memorized my lines. Joy.

Then I'm coming home from Chili's and stop by my old church (why I would stop by my old church on the way home from Chili's when my old church is waaaaay out of the way is beyond me). It's still the same looking on the outside, but inside, it's totally different. An old grandfatherly type of fellow is the pastor now (and now, in the awake world, he seemed to remind me of stereotyped cult leaders you always see in those television movies). The rows of chairs are still there, but the glass wall behind them is removed, and there are several tables set out with food on them. And people at them. Eating. During service.

Yeah, I'm just randomly walking home, through a church that's out of my way, they are having service, and they are eating during service. What gives?

So I'm talking to this one guy and asking him about it. He's really nice but doesn't give me any answers, simply saying, "Service is starting, gotta go!" I look into the sanctuary and a young girl is about to baptized by Pastor Grandfather Cult into a vat of ranch. And my family is there.

That part is surprisingly because that would never happen anymore. For one, my younger older brother hasn't been going a lot lately. For another, because of a rude member during a Christmas Eve service, Mom refuses to go there anymore. (She claims that she decided that first, but I actually left that church first because I felt like the people I cared about the most were being fake and only being nice to me for my talents, not me. Fakeness and manipulation: double whammy on the "Ten Suggestions when Dealing with Ginny.")

The hymns they play are rather circus-y, and I walk through the congregation, confused. I somehow manage to stumble to the front before I can reach my family who is the back (sheesh, I have no sense of direction in my dreams, heh!) and Pastor G. C. smiles at me. "And who is the lucky one that shall join you in this ceremony of two becoming one."

Whoa-oh. Looks like I missed something major big time. Pastor G. C. was asking who wanted to be married during the service (and how does that work, anyway?!) and I wasn't listening when I stumbled into view. He had me stand next to this card table with bowls of dressing set up on it. Great.

So everyone's watching me expectantly (family's watching happily (RJ? happy? SEE?! This dream is so not for real! Heh.)) and I'm squirming, unsure how to get out of this but not wanting to let everyone down, because I've already screwed up the play and so many other things.

That's when the guy I talked to earlier suddenly rushes to the front. My brain's going about as fast as a snail stuck in molasses now, trying to understand what's going on. For one, this guy's supposed to be marrying one of the other ladies sitting in the congregation right now!!! in a few weeks. And I don't have rings. And... Well, great, Pastor G. C. just gave both of us these hideous costume jewelry rings. I'm so excited and nervous I drop mine in the bleu cheese bowl. Ew, I hate bleu cheese, so maybe I won't have to wear it now?

Guy picks it out of the bowl, holds it out, and shyly tells me he likes the Boneless Buffalo Wings from Chili's (now renting out space for advertisement in dreams, please call--). Kiss, taste of wing sauce, cheering from congregation, and I keep asking myself, oh my gosh, what the stuff is Jamal going to think when I come home and say I randomly got married to some other guy?

I run to the bathroom to clean the ring off, and there's the mother of the guy's fianceé, glaring madly at the mirror. Riiiiiiiight...and then I wake up.

Note: the guy has no real definition in the real world. Anotherwords, he didn't look like anyone I know, because his outer appearance kept changing.


Twitchness!