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I am at a revival meeting in a school auditorium, only it is a circular stadium. A man is preaching. I become aware that my attendance at high school classes consists of going to one room, reading a chapter in a textbook, and then going to another room and doing the same. (A frequent theme in my dreams.) The revival preacher is saying things with which I do not agree. A protest group enters through a door in the upper section of the quadrant to my left, and I can see them waving signs and chanting. I do not remember what they were chanting, but I know I agreed with them and started clapping. People in the auditorium do not like me because I clearly am on the side of the protesters. I am supposed to be clapping and cheering at the preacher and being silent when the protestors enter. But that is not the way I honestly feel. I speak out during the meeting and ask why they think it would be wrong to grow a new kidney for me from my own stem cells, especially after I have given one of mine to an ailing relative. They do not have an answer other than to tell me it is sinful and selfish for me to want one. Then when they are done ridiculing me to make an example of me, they start with a beautiful ballad-style song, sung by a lovely young-church-lady soprano with shorter, conservatively coiffed hair, about how important it is to be selfless and giving and to show the Lord's mercy, especially toward anyone who was different. I get up and leave at that point, done with the hypocrisy. I go into the hall and realize I do not have my shoes. I see myself in a mirror as a beautiful older woman, but without shoes. I start to slide along the hallway and I suddenly have some kind of skate on. Then the floor becomes a kind of video game and there are images of electronic bricks getting in the way of my skates and trying to trip me up. Circumventing these bricks increases your score. I start skating expertly around the school - as if the hallways, which form a square, are a track - and one of the people watching says they would love to see the blooper reel of when I started. At this point the revival people, who are now ancient Roman rulers, come out and start a show. One of the exhibits is a man who has had a uterus implanted. He is four feet tall and they call him "Little Man". I open my big mouth and dare to ask why they would told me a kidney implantation was impossible with me when they would managed to implant an organ into this man that clearly did not belong there. Then the uterus-man starts to skate too, as well as all the other spliced people, and they take over the track. I have to circumvent them while I am skating.