Last night I had a bad dream that these people, who were called “the emergent church” in my dream but who were really a lot like the autumn people in Ray Bradbury’s Something Wicked This Way Comes–still one of my favorite books of all time–were chasing my beautiful and sexy wife and me. We kept trying to get away from them by losing them in big stores or on busy streets, and at one point we had to get back my wife’s phone, which had some sort of important photo on it that I think our pursuers did not want us to have. We stashed the phone in a garbage bag and then had to go back and dig around for it.
Eventually we got away and lived on top of a snowy mountain in a cabin, and were worried they would find us. And then this man came along, acting like a friendly visitor, but we knew he was one of them and that since he had found us, the others would be coming. So I killed him with my bone-handled CRKT Natural and we started running again, back into the city, back through the same streets and stores, never stopping, always just barely keeping away.
I woke up cold and pretty scared.
Sailing to Byzantium 
do you have an interpreter?
I doubt you intended this post to be funny, but it gave me a chuckle nonetheless. Now I have visions of Brian McLaren and Tony Jones as characters from SWTWC.
Well, the fact that it was “the emergent church” was hilarious. I can just see Brian McLaren with tattoos of my face and Katyjane’s face on his palms.
While I’m sorry you had a bad dream, I’m glad to be part of your subconscious adventures! 🙂 There’s nobody I’d rather run away to a cabin with…