The scene: the narthex at an unfamiliar church. In the dream it’s Methodist, but it’s not the Seward Methodist church. There has been some event involving the CDC, but now it’s over. The narthex is decorated with little paper doo-dads that are pinned up to the ceiling and upper walls all around the room. Dozens of doo-dads, dozens of pins. Everyone is leaving, no one is offering to clean up. I am alone, just me and a ladder, moving slowly around the room unpinning little pieces of paper and sorting the different kids of straight pins. Move the ladder, unpin, sort. Move the ladder, unpin sort. Move the ladder, unpin, sort.
All. Around. The room. The whole dream.
Soooooooo boring. I want do overs.