Dream 37
I was walking up to meet my gay friend who is one of the 7 head spiritual leaders. The other 6 (dressed in monk-like robes) are arguing with my friend (who is wearing normal clothes) and when I approached them, I found out that he was trying to get them to replace the dead plant in the spiritual garden. The garden had 4 cylindrical needle bushes and 7 red orchards, one of the bushes appearing to be dead and drooping against its neighbor.
My friend had brought a replacement, which was where the argument had stemmed from, as the one he brought was a female plant while all the current plants were male just like all the spiritual leaders.
I joined in to defend my friend's decision and we all came to the agreement that the choice of the new plant would be put to a vote. The head leader stipulates that if the vote is to put a male plant in, then the plant my friend brought will be killed. I force him to accept my request that the current needle bush be used to make cookies. We shook on those terms and then headed over to the local grocery store to get baking ingredients. After everything was set up for baking, I started to explain the health benefits of using female and male plants together to reduce the pollen pollution while the spiritual leaders and I are cutting up the dead needle bush to make the cookies.
Once we are done, my friend’s husband shows up with higher-quality cookies that didn’t have needles in them. The head leader complained that the nice cookies are against the terms of our agreement, but I pointed out that nothing in the arrangement said we couldn't try and convince people to our side, just that we had to have a fair vote for the trial.
He tried to explain to the other spiritual leaders that they needed to stick to tradition, but they were eating the amazing cookies we brought.
The votes were counted at 5 in favor of the new female needle bush and 2 against so we had a grand ceremony of placing the new needle bush in and the head spiritual leader left in disgust before the ceremony started.
Heading home, I opened my front door and was greeted by my two kittens at the door, getting a call from my father as I stepped inside. "The harvest moon and orangeish glow of the setting sun makes it look like the start of an apocalypse movie," he joked.
I responded dryly. "What gave it away? Roving bandits? Power outages?"
Right then and there, the power went out.