In my dream I was with my group and we had found the church, yet when we arrived at the church the 2nd time it was flooded and then when I went to the door it was a different building, it wasn’t the same church. The numbers were talking to me.

It deeply unhinged me because all our hopes were on this being our safe haven. The guy and his little girl needed it. The older guy was worn out. The church people, as we were going back into service, they stopped cooking hot dogs because a huge group had placed an order and they wouldn’t let me order 2; that went missing by Desiree. I picked up 2 $20 bills that were folded up on the way back in. Church service was where it was at. It was close to the highway off of chapel hill in Douglasville. I was mad and surprised that my hot dogs were missing because I had two of them and had just needed some buns.