Some "priest"-ish people who looked like bizarre fruits were sliding down into a more or less empty room from a square hole in the ceiling. They were getting ready to go to an art show.
I went to the freezer, and got out an ice cream box, putting the ice cream in it in back in the freezer, so that I could get some of the yummy ice cream they had there the year before.
Suddenly we were at the art show, after getting through a series of ticket booths and such. There was a tent, with lots of colorful banners, and a building. My parents were with me. We went through the glass door into the building.
Wandering to find the show proper, we found a TacoBell stand in the otherwise normal room, and, my parents excitedly noticing the soups they had, we proceeded to order 4 wonton soups and 4 mexi soups, which I think I carried. I was somewhat annoyed, because we still hadn't gotten to the ice cream.
I remembered that charles and I had submitted the dragon-play the year before, and then the dream faded out.
Posted by Trevor Savage at July 5, 2003 9:13 PM