Posted on May 23, 2009 in Dreams
I’m trying to find my way through a cemetery by reading the tombstones as I drive. Lynn and I end up in a Unitarian-Universalist meeting led by a rabbi who was hired by the minister to lock the doors and turn out the lights. At many points during the service, he stops to check a torn-out piece of yellow notepaper affixed to the frame of a glass door. At the end of the lecture, he pulls out several piles of books which he says will be helpful in our spiritual journey. There’s a stampede of hands for them and the only thing I manage to grab is a thickish text on how to study.