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(My dreams this time around were mostly about acute embarrassment. Lovely.)

I went to a Boy Scout or Explorer meeting of some sort. The leader had a thick Texan accent and wore cowboy garb. A girl in frizzy red hair came up to me and said conspiratorially, "(Dolores? Laura? I'm not sure of the name) signed the cross on your forehead!" I wasn't sure what to make of this, and asked, "So, what does that mean?" "Oh, nothing, nothing really"--she suddenly turned bashful, and talked rapid-fire--"I'd like you and be your girlfriend and all but I know you..." I tuned her out from that point. This was not something I wanted to hear.

The meeting was over and I was determined not to ride home with my family. I instead wanted to find my way in the dark to the leader's house, and get a ride from there. I had no clue how to get there, however, and asked (someone... the leader's son maybe?) if I could use a compass. There were no compasses around, but did I know the pendulum trick? Swing a pendulum properly and it will line up with the Earth's magnetic field, making it just as good as a compass. I tried, but couldn't get it to work. Whoever I was getting advice from became frustrated, and just pointed me down a certain path. The first half of it was surreal, full of gray-white patches of light amid asphalt black; the second half followed the Mississippi, with flood water lapping up over the curb of a street onto the sidewalk. I didn't want to get my shoes wet, so I walked carefully along the side of the path opposite the water. It was no use in the end, though, for when I reached the house, I slipped and fell, sliding partially into the water before I lashed out with my hand and sank my fingers deep into mud to secure myself. The leader's son helped me up, and I went inside.

I don't remember the details of what happened in the house, but in a later scene I was walking from my house toward my parish church back in St. Louis. A phone was ringing. Someone came up to me with a big cheap-looking phone and told me I had a call. I picked it up. It was the Boy Scout leader. "Hello, is (Damien? Dathon? SabreCat? It was some pseudonym I responded favorably to) there?" "Yes, this is I." (I don't answer phones quite that way IRL, heh...) "Have you spoken to (Dolores or whatever that name really was)?" I thought for a moment. "Yeah, she was at the Boy Scout meeting." There was tumultuous laughter in the background, and I realized I'd just been hit with a prank call of some kind. I hung up the phone and muttered, "That's not what I meant. Explorers. Whatever." I picked the phone back up and said "That's not quite what I meant!"... but it had already been hung up, no one was listening.

There was to be a huge Mass at my church. The place was filled with people and A/V equipment. I was part of a team of acolytes or dorm RA's that would be assisting in the Mass, though I didn't know what I would be doing. Jenniffer was sitting next to me, and for some reason a huge lightboard in the sanctuary started making lame jokes--then started making fun of me. It said something to the effect that due to my lack of social skills and sexual incompetence, I was losing my girlfriend. (This is especially bizarre since IRL I don't have a girlfriend, and I wouldn't have a sexual relationship with her even if I did.) Jenn and I laughed, the only reasonable option given the roars of laughter around us, and pushed little buttons similar to those on a tape recorder on each other's backs to downgrade our relationship status, playing along. As the big joke wound down, though, the lightboard flashed: "Just kidding! He really has a great relationship with the most lovely druid in the world--Datharia!" (Datharia is my character in Baldur's Gate.) I was so horribly embarrassed I could hardly move.

Finally the Mass got started, though; it progressed through the readings (which I don't remember), and then got to the homily, at which point the priest sat down, and nodded to our blue-shirted RA group to continue. We went into a huddle, and one fellow produced an excellently drawn comic that was to be the script for a skit we would do. This was strange to me, but I knew the others were from out of town, so maybe they did things differently where they come from. The skit was about a group of Christians in the far future who invented and were planning to field test a teleporter. We broke up to study our scripts, so I went back to my dorm room. I didn't have many lines--just "Energizing! ... Teleporting!" I guessed the rest of the group had been turned off to me by the lightboard incident, but I resolved to make the best of what I had. I decided to act like Lucca from Chrono Trigger while doing this, tapping my foot and cranking something like she did when energizing her teleporter, in the hopes that someone in the congregation/audience would recognize it. I realized it was time to go back, and the skit proceeded in mediocrity; most of the others were reading their lines from the script, and my part didn't even come up. I went back to my seat, but Jenniffer was no longer there, and I was asked to leave by someone with a prior claim (looked like the RA of the suite next door) to the spot. I sat in the aisle. The man who had bumped me became my dad, who reassured me that everything was all right.