I went to a dysfunctional party in my sleep. I knew no one but the host and hostess. He is dead so was not much in evidence and she appeared later vested as a priest which surprised me since she’s an atheist. As she set out some ritual items on her coffee table, I must have dozed off. When I awoke everyone was outdoors somewhere and I could not find my poncho so I went without. The flower beds were lovely though large liverworts grew along the pathways and on the trunks of the trees. There were tables set about with food displayed but no one was eating.  I could not find the center of activity. As I tried to chat with one of the strangers, a solemn elderly man wearing a red bowtie, I realized that I was carrying two pairs of very clean white men’s briefs in my left hand.

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