Alright, time to write down my dreams before I forget.

The first one, the boring one, which you should skip, and which I don't really remember, involved me waking up and halfway down the hallway realizing for some reason I was in my old house. Nothing had changed even though new people had moved in. I looked in my brother's room and he was sleeping in there. Then I "woke up" into another dream and told my mother about dreaming that I was in our old house.

The second, and weirdest went like this:

I'm in one of the classrooms at the Clifton Jewish Center. I forget what happened but I was writing a message in chalk on the board for whatever Hebrew School students were coming in. Then it was time to go downstairs for the service.

The cantor was Richard Dreyfuss from the Jaws era. My brother went to talk to him, because we knew him, but I didn't.

The place is huge and it's filled with people. I feel nervous because I don't remember any of the prayers, even though I'm not going to say them anyway because I don't believe.

My grandmother is sitting in one of the rows, and my mother goes to talk to her. She comes back and tells me my Grandmother is still crazy and everything is horrible. My mother asks if I want to talk to my grandmother, as she often does in real life, and I don't, like usual.

We sit down, and the service begins. Except it's not a real religious service. It's all the Hebrew School classes putting on skits. My brother is sitting on my right, his girlfriend is sitting on my left, my mother is sitting to the right of my brother.

One of the kids in the audience says to one of the kids putting on a skit in front of this huge amount of people "How are you doin' up there!?!" and the kid on stage says "How do ya THINK I'm doing up here?" and I say as an aside to my brother's girlfriend "So much for the fourth wall."

There's some punk kids in the congregation who look about 18. There's two boys and two girls. The boys are tall, and one has purple in his hair and plugs in his ears. One has a tattoo on his neck. I think to myself "He can't be buried in a Jewish cemetary, because you're supposed to return your body to God the way he gave it to you. It's nice that they let him have that tattoo though." Then it occurs to me that maybe the punk girls are Jewish and these are their boyfriends. One of them looks like Rachel Weisz, so this only strengthens my theory.

They start showing weird cartoons on a screen, and one of them is a pokemon playing patty cakes with a kid. All of a sudden the pokemon grabs the kid and starts making out with the kid, and I burst out laughing because it's so inappropriate. In the cartoon there's a little raccoon in a police uniform, and he says "Damn that dirty old pokemon! I thought I put him away for good last time!"

There were other things that happened, but I forgot them already.