instead of church

I dreamed about Jesus, the baby Jesus. Mary was in it, too, looking very much like Joni Mitchell. There was also a Rachel, as in the sister of Leah in the OT. Anyway, baby Jesus was entrusted to me and I was taking pretty good care of him. I left him on top of the washing machine at one point so I could take a dip in an indoor swimming pool. He was fine, but Mary came back all hell on wheels. She was not a fit mother. I knew my time with Jesus would be short. I left him in his carseat on top of the washing machine, yes, but absolutely nothing happened to him.