Mito M. Boy

I remember it now

I remember it now as I sit in church—this morning’s dream—born of last night’s Internet search. 

I was looking for one, which would be nearest my new home.  Should I stay Methodist, try out Episcopalian, become Catholic, be happy?

And then, there I was in a pew and it was time to rise, but I had no intention of taking communion.  Yet at the rail I am, too far to the left with cold stone under my knees, then guided to the right to cushions instead—so embarrassed.

Suddenly, I was altering a dress for a party saying, “Yes, I can fix this.”  And then passing storefronts and a hallway and Emily Michaelmas--was there in her attorney’s office and I’m still fixing that dress and taking communion at an unknown church.

And now I see I am un-dreaming here at Asbury awash in confusion between real and unreal. Actually, it all seems unreal.