First of all, I should promise my choir director that, no, I'm not going to show up for midnight mass dressed in a towel this year, or any year!
Next I was going through a non-existence gas station out at the base (near where the Twin Base golf course is, actually) when I realized I wasn't authorized to be there, so I pulled forward without getting gas and was waived past the teller taking the money into a cul-de-sac where couples were parking and walking to the building for a dining out. (I never attended either a dining in or a dining out function, which mostly seemed to be for the officers.) I was trying not to be seen by a couple who recognized me because I didn't belong there.
Finally, I was buying a CD from a choir friend who is a songwriter, only in this dream it was her husband's CD. I was trying to flag her down from across the church to buy one from her, and finally did. When I played it, I heard her voice; it turned out that she did the vocals for it, but he wrote the songs and played on it.
Weird stuff. (Oh, I've spared you the mental image of the worst one, dear reader, as I'm sure whatever your mind comes up with on its own won't be as bad!)
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