One Of Those Dreams

[poliphilo]

I woke up this morning from one of those ghastly dreams where I'm being a parson again- and I don't have the right books or the right clothes or any information about what I'm supposed to be doing. In this instance I was meant to be conducting a funeral and I turned up late- to a venue that looked a lot like Manchester's Piccadilly station- wearing a surplice with union jacks all over it, not knowing the name of the deceased but having been told I should steer clear of mentioning Uncle Frederick. Of course I didn't recognise the opening hymn, but this hardly mattered because the congregation were charismatics and immediately started rolling about on the floor...

Comments

[clindau.livejournal.com]

Sounds like you had a version of the actor's nightmare dream--showing up at the theatre only to be thrust onto the stage in the wrong clothes and not knowing a word of the script, playing, of course, the lead role.

I've had that dream on occasion--usually during stressful times. It doesn't seem from reading your LJ that your life is that stressful. Maybe it's that book you're reading that's playing with your dreams.

[poliphilo.livejournal.com]

"Maybe it's that book you're reading that's playing with your dreams."

I wondered that too...

I get the actors dream sometimes. Actors and priests are very much in the same game, I think.

[clindau.livejournal.com]

Actors and priests are very much in the same game, I think.

Absolutely.