Dream Log
I haven’t been remembering my dreams much lately, but I just awoke from one and feel it very important that I write it down. It was Sunday morning and I went to church with my family, but instead of pews, there were long tables set up for a large meal—a feast, really. Though we were a few minutes early and no one else was at the table, I sat down, loaded my plate, and began to eat. By the time others came to sit—I remember my elders quorum president, John Anderson, sitting next to me—I was almost done with my meal. A bit embarrassed, I got up and walked out of the building. My family came with me, and we drove to the home of some friends from the ward, the Joyces. (As an aside, I’ve never actually been to the Joyce’s house, so I have no idea if my dream’s representation thereof was in any way accurate.) I didn’t actually see any of the Joyces there, which is particularly interesting since they’re a family of nine. I did, however, go into their family room, which was probably about