I realize my last post about a dream I had turned out to be kind of… lacklustre. Well, here’s a doozy for you:
I dreamed that Loretta Lynn was at church with me (only I wasn’t me, I was someone else), and she thought I was Satan. So she came up to me and got all upset, and made me take my shoes off so that she could prove that I was the Devil. In church! Then the police came to arrest me because apparently whatever she saw when I took off my shoes proved that I was indeed who she said I was. Only I wasn’t, I was just some person who liked to ride his/her bike (I can’t remember if I was a guy or a girl in this dream). Then my sister’s dog (who was 18 or 19 years old and they just had to put him to sleep) came and helped me escape from prison and I entered some bike race and then I was gone.