I had a weird dream of the clock tower at my local church being restored, and being directly involved in it. I release the clapper for the bell. Then I was taken to India, in which I was walking through a field with a holy man of sorts, can't remember what we were talking about until I asked about snakes in the grass. He said they had been killed off by Grand Solar Minimum.

Now for the weird bit (this wasn't a dream). I was out with my dogs and on the way back a blackbird sang the tune of the last line of the verse of God is Love, His the Care. I was editing this song that very day, as well contemplating which song to record video to for Beauty in Sound, virutal church. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1swGZqp6Vd0