From 3 nights ago, a version of a recurring dream where I'm running a marathon or half-marathon on a convoluted or confusing course...
... this one took place in one of the declining mining towns in northern Minnesota (e.g. Hibbing, Virginia, Mountain Iron).
I was in a half-marathon that started out on a main street typical for towns of the area-- grand stone buildings now vacant/underused. I then was running by railroad tracks and a canal. I looked up at a clock tower and the time was 10:43-- somehow implying I was 1hr, 43 min in and on pace for a personal worst by at least 8 minutes. I was unsettled because I was unsure if that was the accurate time or if the race started on the half- hour, and I was on a nice pace.
After looking at the clock, I was running down a slight hill on a pedestrian path, and on a parallel staircase was a Catholic school group. The children had uniforms typical of a modern Catholic grade school, but the priest was wearing very old-style clothing (think Monty Python's "Spanish Inquisition" sketch or the SNL character Father Guido Sarducci).