Yep, you don't need to eat pizza after 4:00 PM. Well, Ole Timer, I don't think it was what I ate. I had bacon and eggs and toast and milk for supper Sunday night. Now I did have a few of those Hershey's miniatures that afternoon. Maybe it was the dark chocolate. No, actually I think the dream was metaphorical. As in, I felt like my pastor was a bit reckless (but not in a physical sense) in some ways and not even really aware of it.The other thing that prompted this was after I started praying for people I dream about, I noticed I had not dreamed about my pastor. So my subconscious corrected that.I dreamed about Tom Sterbens last night. He was standing right beside my pastor in the back of our church. The setting was identical to the way the church looked last night in reality at the visitation for the family of the young woman in our church family who passed away. I shook his hand and said, Hi Tom.Later in my dream, I thought, I should have introduced myself and introduced my husband because he didn't know who we were.