The "Postlude: I Had A Dream" Story

It was an ordinary day. The alarm just woke me. I was in the middle of my sermon. Yep, had a dream last night that I was preaching at St. James Episcopal Church. The part of the dream that I remember started in the back of the church when Father Peck told me that he wanted me to give my first sermon today. He quickly went to the pulpit and removed his notes he had left there. Everything was clear for me. Hey, I just started here at the age of 66. And ..... I'm not prepared to give a sermon. When it was time for the sermon I went to the pulpit and looked down at the congregation. Full house today. I started with, "Good morning." A few minor noises so I said, "Maybe you didn't hear me. I said Good morning!" A loud "Good Morning" arose from the congregation. I hadn't given a sermon since I "played church" on Queen Street. Everyone's still with me. This is a dream, remember. I wasn't scared at all when I started talking. I gave a story of my life at St. James. Told about going to neighboring St. Paul's Methodist down on South Queen as a child and coming to St. James to sing in the boys' choir. Talked about loving to sit in the choir stalls during communion since everyone had to pass me and I got to look at all the cute girls. Also talked about singing with the St. Cecilia choir on the first Sunday evening of the month. This was a girls choir with girls my age in the choir. Ended taking one of them to my prom years later. Was just about ready to talk about graduating to the adult choir when this noise started to ring in my ear. Then again it rang. Geez, it's my alarm clock. And .... I dreamt this entire story. I hope you read my story from yesterday, because the sermon comes before the collection and I didn't get to take anything home from my dream. I believe that writing the story yesterday mentally led me to dream this story last night! It was another extraordinary day in the life of an ordinary guy.