I had a dream about a syncretic religious service. The minister switched between traditions, even inviting a minister of another denomination to perform a service.

People of all kinds were there; I returned to them their misplaced eyeglasses after they went out.

I was reading from a book illustrated with partially-legible images of goddesses. Between the pages of the paperback book, I found a small metal cylinder inscribed with aeons. So by turning it between the fingers, one could contemplate the passage of vast time.

I went with a guy who had attended next to me. We compared the features of our caravans.

Outside, I observed the pattern of circulation of a cloud. Clouds obscured the Milky Way at night.