A Midsummer . . . Early Morning's Dream

I had a great dream last night: I was in my old house, my Mom was cleaning the window blinds, and my Dad was working on hanging a large whiteboard behind our couch. The phone rang and I picked it up. It was a older-sounding lady, and it was obviously a courtesy call. We talked for about a half hour before I even figured out what she wanted from me; she wanted me to become a member of her church. Gah, and I thought I had won a prize! At that point, my Dad was trying to write the word "Czech" on the whiteboard, but he was spelling it "Ckeck," which really irritated me. I threw down the phone and screamed, "C-Z-E-C-H! C-Z-E-C-H!" Then I woke up. Hmmmm . . . I'm afraid to find out what the interpretation for that one is. I'm sure someone will tell me that it means that I'm going to reject religion and become a spelling B champion.