I'm going to church with my dad and mom (a fairly unusual thing for us to be doing). Apparently none of us have been to this church before.

We come in and look for seats near the rear, but I lag behind and we get separated. Dad sits alone in the main pews on the central floor, and mom finds a place on a raised dais in the rear with some other people with whom she is apparently familiar.

The preacher suggests that everyone get up and move forward, filling every seat toward the front. Like lemmings the congregation gets up to move forward, except us three who stay put. Then I notice that the raised dais is populated with instruments, specifically several electronic drum sets. I suspect that the whole reason the preacher suggested moving forward was a polite way to get the people off the dais.

Then I decide that I'm rather tired and there's no way I can stay awake through a boring church service, so I leave and become involved in some scenario where a very thirsty and dusty person is squeezing his body through a tiny earthen hole, just big enough for his body, and I am stricken with claustrophobia even to imagine it.