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Back To The Meeting House
Jun. 22nd, 2025 08:25 am I dreamed I was attending a church service. It was sort of Anglican, sort of Methodist, sort of Quaker. The building was very grand. I was sitting next to an old lady who was being friendly and I was racking my brains to remember her name. A snarly man stood up and made a nasty comment and someone else started arguing with him and I thought, "This is horrible. I need to get back to my own Meeting House...."
Next to the church the nudists were lying on the grass, sunning themselves and indulging in rough horseplay. "I can't go that way..." I thought.
The route I took led up hill, through town. It was a very large town. I had been separated from my wife (who wasn't Ailz) and this bothered me....
I woke and there was a thunderstorm going on.
Next to the church the nudists were lying on the grass, sunning themselves and indulging in rough horseplay. "I can't go that way..." I thought.
The route I took led up hill, through town. It was a very large town. I had been separated from my wife (who wasn't Ailz) and this bothered me....
I woke and there was a thunderstorm going on.
