In my dream, I am trying to find a new church. Maybe I have moved? Anyway, I've visited one that seems to be promising, but it's weird how much they talk about the spiritual lives of Muppets. Eventually I visit this church at a different time and there are different folks involved in the service. This service has a very small choir. Each singer is standing on a kind of platform attached to the wall, like the platform on a decorative candle sconce where you would put a tealight candle. There are five platforms, in a very large vertical circle on the wall, and only four singers. Maybe I could sing with them. The choir director comes out. They are a Muppet. And it's not like Telly Monster or whoever is directing the choir: the choir director is a human person, head and shoulders hunched and hidden under a fake fur blanket, arms high to operate the head and hands of this Muppet. The choir is watching the Muppet choir director, their head seven or eight feet off the ground, who is agitated in the suppressed way of agitated church choir directors. The choir is paying no attention to the human puppeteer. The Muppet is the spiritual leader of this event. "This church isn't going to work for me," thinks my dream-self.