Cistern

Hello Fools. I love April Fool's Day. I won't be playing any pranks this year though.
No joke.
Well, I will certainly try not to.

Dream bits:
Wandering around dark neighborhood... there is a carnival, or festival feel to the little town. People are standing around, sitting around - on benches, doorsteps, corners. I am gathering signatures. That's my mission, though I don't know what/who for. I pass by two young men sitting outside of their house a couple of times and they call out to me to have them sign my petition, but I am shy about them. I am worried that they will make fun of my hand, or be weirded out. I go in another direction, but soon find myself back by their house. Finally, I answer their calling. I walk into their kitchen with them and somehow realize these two are brothers. The one I don't know well, and I am certain that he doesn't know about my hand, the other I have been having an affair with. I try to hurry through my rant and gather their signatures so that I can get out of there. The brother who I have been seeing, motions to me that he will be joining me, and hopefully we can sneak off. We leave and begin looking for a place to have sex.
We walk into a church-like building, the office part though. As we are walking in, we can see through a window a man (priest?) walking from one building to this one and we are nervous that we won't be able to find a secret place.
We walk up steps. Lots of steps. At the top, the steps deposit us into a large hallway. It now seems that we are in the school part. Most of the rooms are empty but there is activity in some: Sunday school, lectures. Suddenly, the guy I am with turns into my friend, KTG. She is laughing with the women inside the door and asks one of them if she can have a cookie. There are tables of refreshments set up. One of my cousins appears then too. She is walking down a flight of stairs, coming from the floor above. The three of us begin to walk down the next set of stairs. My friend is getting a kick out of the fact that there is a box of cakes with the Reese's label, but there is no peanut butter, or chocolate in the cake.
She, my cousin, is with an old man when we meet up with her. He is trying to figure out why no one can remember the first word to an old German song. She knows it, "cistern" and starts singing the song. At first her voice sounds lovely: soft and natural, but then she begins to put it on and it sounds terrible. I begin walking away, literally placing my hands over my ears. Later we are being driven home, and in the backseat I try to tell her to tone it down. She smiles at me. I tell her maybe she shouldn't sing such serious songs, that her voice wasn't built for it. She nods and thinks it over. Outside the back window of the car I watch the treetops - there seem to be thousands of them. It's a long ride home.