cutlery and the mental institute

so i had two separate, disturbing dreams.

one was a cutlery show. it was in the church that i grew up in--a lot of dreams occur in that church. it's a personal motif. i need to document when they occur so i can figure out what that church represents to me. anyway, i was told about the show, except i was not told when to show up. that detail was neglected. and i got there just as cutlery's set was wrapping up. they had just played without me, didn't skip a beat, and was barely like "oh hey chris." when i showed up.

second dream was in a mental institute. complete with the white walls and the crazy guys trying to sneak cigarettes when the wards aren't watching. some of the rooms were named after friends from aforementioned church, ones who were just looked up to and admired. and i'm in there, and as the dream progresses, i realize that i'm being sucked in. like at first i'm just visiting, then i'm consulting with a doctor, then next thing i know i'm a full blown patient. one of those patients who say to themselves "i'm not crazy. i'm not *that* depressed. i don't *belong* here." except i did. all my friends and everyone at the institute insisted that i needed to stay.