(Hopefully) later, we'll have the next post in the ARQ project, about Joseph.

But for now:

I dreamed about going to confession last night.

And it was not a nightmare. So...yeah.

Go dreams!

also, addendum, I love how some people can be all, 'And then I just popped in for confession on my lunch break, it was awesome!' *eyes them*

And the freaky dreams return

So I dreamt last night that one of my neighbors was Muslim. And I was, for some reason, talking about my desire to go to the mosque in my backyard. And he overheard, and was explaining that there was a class being held at xxxx about xxxx(something I can't recall). So I'm thrilled, and when I finally look at him (because we held this entire conversation without looking at one another. Or at least I assume he wasn't looking at me, because there was a screen of trees between us) I saw that he was a kid, maybe half my height and he had a deformed leg. Like, it was very much larger than his other leg. Swollen, maybe?

And this is when I wish I understood dream analysis.