Today’s writing prompt is to write about a dream that I remember.
Sadly this one is easy, although it’s not a pleasant dream. Last night I dreamed that a fellow church parishioner passed away.
In the dream, I was constantly getting her name wrong. I kept mistaking her first name (which in real life is fairly unusual) for a very common one. And I often got her last name wrong in the dream as well. I am not sure what that means (except I hope it’s good will for my fellow parishioner!)
That was pretty much the extent of the dream–finding out that this parishioner had died, discussing it with my co-worker and trying to determine what the arrangements might be (because remember, in my day job, I work for a church so this would not have been idle gossip but work related duties).