|The Pope was in my dream...
||[Apr. 13th, 2012|10:57 pm]
do I know you from somewhere?
So I had this dream the other night.
My friend John H asked me if I wanted to participate in a religious ceremony with him. I thought, well, religious tolerance, showing diverse cultures, why not? So he took me to this huge cave-type place. A very thin staircase was carved into the cave and it went up really high.
The Pope led the service and John and I had to climb up this really high, non-railed staircase. Up, up, up, we went, with the Pope behind us. When we got to the top, the Pope told us to hold on to the alter. John held the part next to the cave face, leaving me precariously balanced on the outside.
The Pope had a few more prayers, then said, "It's time for the female sacrifice." And he and John tried to push me off the stairs.
Not cool, John. Not cool.
I held on to the alter, and John started kicking my feet out from under me while the Pope tried prying my hands off the alter. I finally accepted the fact that I was going to fall, but I was taking the Pope down with me. I grabbed his lapels and fell.
And then I woke up.
So who wants to interpret THAT dream?