I’m in a huge house, and getting ready to rent it out to a couple with some older boys. The house used to have a small church upstairs.
While showing the family the house, one of the walls breaks apart, (due to the boys rough housing), and underneath the drywall/concrete is a beautifully ornate wall. We can see upstairs through the top of the wall, and see several people in robes and gowns. They are mostly older men with long hair and beards, but also a few women. These people are in a room filled with huge shelves. To the left of that room is a small room with an ornate chair and a table, and to the left of that room is a small chapel. The older man with the long grey hair and beard comes down and asks for a pen. Then, he goes back up to the upper level.
Also, I find that one of the doors is broken now, because the man of the family shoved his wife into the door.
I met Carol Burnett and told her about my story, and she thought it would make a great skit if we added the word adept throughout. Afterwards, we walked around outside and I had to lock my purse and phone in the trunk of Carol’s car because someone was out stealing those at that moment. Carol was in a purple jumpsuit.
Later, we got my purse and phone out of her car and went on our ways.
My daughter and I walk into a church…it is completely flooded with water. (Seems they are doing a mass baptismal.) Of course, being petrified of water myself, I will not venture inside. “I’ll drown!” I scream. Suddenly, it was like someone pulled a plug and all the water was gone.
The preacher was a woman and she was dressed in long white robes. She proceeded to lead the choir in a joyful rendition of “There’s a hole in the Bottom of the Sea” followed by “The 12 Days of Christmas”.
They then passed around a plate…not for the congregation to contribute, but to give each member something. I found $20.00 in my envelope, and kindly asked what that was for. The preacher answered “It seems the police department came into some extra money and gave it to the church, and I thought why not distribute it amongst our congregation?”
At that point, my daughter is feeling ill, so we must leave. She goes out first, while I gather up our belongings. I can’t find her, so I locate the stairs to go out, and instead of stairs, I have to climb down a ladder. I finally find her outside, and instead of being outside the church, we are outside my old high school, where there is a photographer sitting in his car with a camera. My daughter says “That guy took your picture out here years ago, and he stopped me and said he had to take my picture because I looked just like you.” Then, we walked down the street, got on the bus and went home.