I frequently dream about preaching; last night, for the first time I remember, I woke up from the midst of a dream in which I was saying mass, and it was hard for me to focus enough to realize that I didn’t have to continue saying the Great Thanksgiving.
Oh, but you do have to finish! What if there were some cracker crumbs in the bed, you wouldn’t want them to be half Jesus.
I once had a dream where I presided at mass at the Catholic cathedral in Richmond, VA. A friend had passed away (in reality and in the dream) and there I stood behind the altar in my Geneva gown saying mass.
Good dreaming to you, AKMA.