Nazrax

July 14, 2013

Church, a pet store, and an oil furnace mechanic
I'm at church, in the sanctuary. I have no memory of walls or ceiling. The chairs are set up in a huge semicircle around the pulpit. They're not in nice orderly rows, though. They're in small clumps of a few rows with a few columns, though they all face towards the pulpit. I'm at the far left of the semicicle, about half way back. Sam is sitting to the right of our little cluster. My son is with me. My wife and the girls are elsewhere. We get up to go find them.

Now we're most of the way around the semicircle. There's a low wall, probably 10 feet long, and they're sitting/laying on the floor behind it.

Now my son and Iare back at our seats. Christopher walks by.

Now I'm in another room; a good sized bedroom. The lighting is low but not dark. Against one wall is a bed, probably a full or a queen. Right across the room from it, on the other wall, is a large desk. It has a number of computers and monitors on it. A few monitors are ceiling mounted, angled down towards the desk. At least one of them is running a full-screen terminal: it's got a black background with text of various colors. On the floor near the desk is a huge white plastic shopping bag (the kind you get from a clothing store when you buy a bunch of clothes) with a box of dog treats. I'm on the bed, fiddling with something, listening to something. I realize that my wife is walking towards the room, that she'll be here in a minute, and that I totally forgot to listen to the sermon. I try to shut down the music(?) and listen to the stream, but I can't find the window that's playing the music.

Now we're in the van, driving through a bright white tunnel. Along the left side of the tunnel is a row of stores. My wife stops at the pet store; she wants to look at the dogs. Our dog)is with us, but he can't go in. I strap him into the baby's car seat so he won't go anywhere. IRL, he's a large dog, > 50 lbs, but in the dream he looks like a large stuffed animal and fits easily into the car seat. I realize I forgot the dog treats. I have a moment of doubt - maybe it's in the back of the car.

Now I'm standing behind the van, looking in the cargo area. I don't see the treats anywhere. I close the back and realize that I was looking in the back of some random van, and that our van is next to this one.

Now we're inside, but we're in some old guy's house. He's very diminutive, but he has that weird spry, wirey strength that old people in good shape have. His house is dark with lots of stained wood. As we walk through the house, he's extolling the benefits of an oil furnace. Unlike gas, it can be run all year long. It's more efficient than gas because, when the hot water reaches the house, it trips a heat sensor that shuts off the furnace to save oil. It's nearly maintenance free, needing only a change of water every so often.

Now we're in the kitchen. His wife and son are there. The son is preparing a batch of the water. In a bowl, he puts some water, some black rocks, and something else; then he holds an electric can opener on its side and uses the blade to crush the rocks. I don't think that's a good idea, especially with how close his face is, but he clearly does this often, so I'm not too concerned. When the rocks are small enough, the old guy takes a small black ladle, gets a bit of the water, and drinks it, proclaiming that it's just right. The wife shows us the thing that sprays oil into the furnace so it can burn. She actually sprays some up in the air; I hope it doesn't catch fire, and I hope it doesn't make too much of a mess.