I had two church dreams last night.
In the first, I visited Rob Bell's church in Grand Rapids. I've never actually been there, and it was obvious to me even in the dream that it wasn't really Mars Hill. I know this because we were meeting in a house rather than a converted mall. But Rob did make an appearance, and he. Talked. Just like. He does. In his podcasts.
The setup in the house was kind of cool. We certainly weren't in a megachurch, but people were milling around, setting up chairs in the living room all facing the same direction. And there was food in the kitchen including a huge pile of chicken wings. No one seemed to be in a hurry to get started...we ate, talked, hung out. There was never actually a worship service in my dream, though. The gathering in general seemed very organic, with a special emphasis on fellowship and hospitality. And it was quite clear throughout this dream that this was somehow a church, not just a social gathering.
The second dream was much shorter. I was playing guitar at the church I serve, and we sang "Alleluia" over and over to the tune of Pachelbel's Canon. I've never made that connection before, awake or asleep. It's been stuck in my head all day.