Nick and I were going to church at the stake center in Valencia. For some reason, we had decided it was fine to go dressed in jeans and sweats. About half way there, i got a really bad feeling, like if I were going to wear pants to church, I should at least wear nice ones. I got Nick to turn around so we could go home and change, and maybe make it on time.
Then I was at some sort of youth detention center, though it might have been at the stake center and mixed with mutual. But there was a detention center part of it. There was this gang kid, and he thought one of his friends was dead but he wasn't. All the kids had books with drawings of their tattoos, and we were trying to find this kid's book to see if he really was in the gang or if he was the innocent twin.
In both dreams, it might have been a holiday, like Thanksgiving or Christmas or something.
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