I'm sitting in a pew, as if in a church or wedding. Natasha is there with me, and she wants to move up or something, but some of my brothers and sisters are sitting in those pews, and I have to explain that they have priority.

Then the service closes and people start to get up and mingle, but I'm standing in a huge bag, that goes right up to my armpits, and somebody else is in the bag, curled up on the floor. I think I don't want to move because I don't want to wake them. Somebody comes up to and starts having a conversation, and they're trying to ask me about the bag, but without saying anything aloud. So as they're making some other conversation, on a piece of paper they draw two sets of counting marks (where you draw little vertical lines until you have five, the last one crossing the set), and are signalling something about which set something goes in, which I can't make sense of at all. Still trying to keep up a false conversation verbally, I scrawl out on the paper something like 'just write the question'.

But suddenly gramma pops out of the bag and tries to walk away, but her legs can't hold her up, and she doesn't seem to know that, so she just wobbles and her knees splay out everywhere and she looks confused. I jump up and catch her.