I was sitting in some type of study class or something. Perhaps even a real class. The Rabbi instead of starting immediately with our Torah study, launches into a series of prayers that you say first thing in the morning when you get up. We all repeat after him and then he tells us to pray, but we don't have any prayer books. This doesn't seem to bother anyone else besides me, they all seem to be going to lustily, murmuring prayers in a low voice at top speed, although I'm sure not all of them are saying real words. Then I find the prayer book and start looking in it, but it's got a series of short stories in it with religious themes intended to supplement the prayers, like parables. It's very confusing, but I read one of two of them anyway. I don't remember them now.
Then one of the old irritating people I've known all my life (Either Louis, Larry, or Mike - I suspect it shifted during the dream and that's why it seems like more than one of him) was going around with pizza crusts shaped like gingerbread men and inviting us all to make our own pizza. I was the second person to make pizza in the row he stared with, and I noticed his supplies were running low in his portable pizza stash. Why they didn't just have a pizza station at the front of the room was beyond me, but I decided to offer to be support staff and help keep him in supplies as he wandered around the room. He seemed greatful.
Later there was some sort of book club at a reform synagogue. This woman wanted to do one of those self help books like "Im Okay. You're Ok." and she didn't understand why that was inappropriate. One of the other guys told her it was and that she should discuss it further with a rabbi, if she was curious what was and was not appropriate. She then came to me to complain about how unfair it was. "It's such a good book." she wailed it.
I said, "It's not about the quality of the book." although personally, I didn't think it was that good of a book, I couldn't even make it through page 10 and I thought this woman was an obnoxious whiner. "It's about the 'midos' that this group is trying to build on. Then I stumbled around trying to find a way to translate "midos" for her. The best way I could come up with was "attributes", "but that's not really a good description."
She, of course, being an insufferable whiner didn't want to listen to me. She said, "You don't understand. It's such a good book! And we shouldn't exclude good books!"
Then she walked away almost crying because I didn't immediately bow and scrape and tell he how right she was.
"You think I don't understand? Do you think I don't read 'good' books that inappropriate for this group? There are just some things you don't do. It's not right, it's not wrong, it's just a way to stay focused."
But of course she wouldn't listen to me, being too far sunk in her own imaginary grievences.
Anyway, woke up this morning and found hoppie was downstairs on a call. He's on call this week and they just love to call him at 3:00 AM. It's like their very favoritiest thing. He came back to bed at around 6 and we cuddled up until 7. Best sleep I had all night.
And why does this update box keep getting bigger. Lizzie Liz, you are right, this is obnoxious.