I was at church in choir. The choir director was at the organ. I had the feeling she'd put her arm around my back as we talked. My friend was there with another friend, both older in the same class but not where I lived then. They were arguing like I was before but more acutely, and I told her after she went over to reprimand them and sat down and said some things. I talked to a teacher in the choir, and she was stern about me. We sang, and I had trouble sounding loud. In the end, finally I could sound somewhat celestial. There were a bunch of lowly tribal people from Africa at the front of the church, which was more bright and partly white. We noticed the ceiling above them, which was like big round stones was gone. They came by us, though we were in a loft before. I noticed one tall, thin man who looked more Jewish or Middle Eastern. He was talking about having a Jewish dad, like it was an official definition of being Jewish, in an enlightening way. He said, if your dad's dad and mom both had Jewish then you're "the one" and followed forward thinking about it.
Oh, before that, we were drawing people for like a job. I sketched a girl well in 15 seconds, the 2nd one. I went to see her at breakfast, and she and her friend were there. She gave me the picture back, like I was dirty. She was White but was dark with a kinda African smooth but shapely face, like a White person. So, I left them and forget what else happened. It was kind of a more dilapidated, dirty situation.