Dream 7/5/’18

They say rain on your wedding day is a good omen. Raining trash, maybe not so much.

As we sat in the pews — assigned seating, relegating those like myself to the back of the church — the ceiling gave way. Black trash bags rained down upon the altar, bursting open and spewing slimy table scraps, disposable diapers, plastic bottles, etc.

A bridesmaid stood at the pulpit reciting First Corinthians Thirteen.

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