The following is an actual dream included in my dream journal, and does not describe actual facts

I had walked into a church. Since I knew I didn't go to church, I felt rather uncomfortable being there. I vaguely thought I was supposed to meet Carolina at the church, and it was for her benefit that I was there. I figured at least I would listen to the sermon and maybe I could glean something from it. Mainly I thought it would be good for Carolina to hear a sermon.

I was standing in a large room with hardly anyone in it. More than anything, the room reminded me of a kindergarten class. Different kinds of tables – some round, some square – were scattered around the room. All the tables had chairs at which people were gradually sitting down. I thought I needed to go ahead and take a seat.

Since I didn't much like socializing with church people, I looked around the room for a chair where I would be most inconspicuous and would be left alone. To my left I saw an empty table with one large chair and several smaller chairs. I thought of taking the large chair, but then decided that would make me look like I thought I was someone important, and I decided not to.

At another table I saw another chair off by itself. But some eye glasses were lying on the table in front of the chair, an obvious sign someone had already taken the chair. The longer I delayed, the more people filtered in, and I began to realize I was going to have to sit at a table with other people – like it or not. Finally, after heading to a table over to my right where only one woman was sitting, I pulled out a chair and sat down.

No sooner was I sitting than I realized several people were actually at the table, and the woman whom I had originally seen was staring right at me as if she knew me. To my surprise I heard her call me by name, and I looked at her more closely. She was perhaps in her late 30s and had a rather pudgy face. Slowly I vaguely recognized her as someone whom I had represented in a bankruptcy case. Since I couldn't remember the case, I hoped it had gone well and she would have no reason to dislike me.

When a man sat down on my left and the woman introduced him as her husband, I turned to him and said I recognized him. Actually I was uncertain whether I recognized him or not, but I didn't want to offend him.

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When the sermon finished, I was sitting in a pew in the back of the church. I was unprepared when a woman began passing around the collection plate, for I hadn't even thought about giving anything. What should I give? Five dollars? Twenty dollars? I wasn't anxious to give anything, but I pulled out my wallet, and flipped through the bills I had inside. When I noticed the woman on my left count out three dollars to put in the plate, I decided to do the same. That sounded cheap enough to me.

When the woman with the plate reached us, I noticed that she had been handing out small white pieces of paper to people who put money in the plate, but that she had just run out. I understood the pieces of paper were to be used for tax purposes, so the donation could be deducted from taxes. She said she was sorry she had run out, and asked me if I needed one. I mumbled, "I'm a lawyer." I thought it sounded more informal to say "lawyer" than "attorney", so that was usually how I referred to myself. I had told her I was a lawyer so she would understand that I was in business for myself and that I did indeed need to write off the donation. The woman seemed genuinely sorry she had run out of white papers, and I thought it really didn't matter; it was, after all, only three dollars.

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I had written a paper to give to Carolina. Actually it was two papers. One long paper was white. The other paper was more like a long strip, and it was red. I noticed if I laid the red paper on top of the white paper, together they looked like a cross. It seemed appropriate that the cross-beam of the cross should be red – the color of blood. I thought I would put the papers together like a cross and leave them outside Carolina's window for her to see.

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