I and someone else who I think was entirely imaginary (that is, not a real person at all) were hosting a laser tag game for a bunch of fairly young kids (ranging from about age 6 to age 14). The really young kids had water pistols instead of laser tag guns. The playing field was this really strange collection/jumble of geometric shapes covered with short shag carpeting, in an open-air setting. And somewhere in the middle of it was a two-room house sitting opposite a tiered seating area, like a set of bleachers.
The house belonged to Gordon Mumma (UCSC music prof); it was primarily a composition/recording studio. The bleachers belonged to the Mormon church. And I was there for three reasons-- to host/ref the laser tag game, to do some composition work at Gordon's, and to attend church to see a few people I hadn't seen in a long time.
After a while, I let the kids just free-for-all on their own and start working on some music at Gordon's, when I suddenly realize how late it is-- church is starting. So I run outside, over to the rapidly filling bleachers, and squeeze in. It's about then that I noticed I was only wearing my bathrobe, slippers, and a baseball cap. Not surprisingly, everyone at church pretended not to notice me.
I woke up feeling rather smug and amused.