Last night I dreamt that I was in some foreign country and it was Christmas eve. I was with John and some other people at this random church. (Lizzie and Dennis were originally with us also, but at this point were somewhere else.) We weren't inside, but just chilling out in a jeep by the entrance of the church. I don't know why we didn't go in. And all I wanted was to get to Holy Trinity Church for service. I climbed up on the top of the car to see if I could see the church, and I couldn't, so I went inside this random church. I sat for a while, and they were really nice and stuff. But all I wanted was to get to Holy Trinity, and started to cry. The people sitting by me noticed that I was unhappy, and when they found out that I wanted to get to Holy Trinity, they just stood up and made an announcement asking if anyone knew the way, and then everyone offered directions... and then I woke up. Strange dream.