I had a strange dream this morning.
I was at church, in the front row. There was no pulpit and no altar. Instead, there was a man in front: the pastor, wearing his garb, and he was handing out communion…
While taking these, you ask for forgiveness and become one with God or whatnot.
Then it’s my turn, and I walk up to the pastor and ask him what to do. Kneel? What? He tells me to go to the floor, so I raise my eyebrow and lie face down on the floor, and he’s whispering to me, No, Kneel! And I’m beginning to become confused.
The look on his face is a bit panicked because now here’s this lady lying at his feet, while he’s trying to commune her. He keeps trying to tell me what to do, but he may as well be speaking in another language because I’m just not getting the position he wants me to be in.
I feel like I should just stand up and walk back to my pew. Alas, no, I’m receiving communion for SOME reason after all. I don’t know what the reason is, but I know there was a reason I would want it. Finally he just throws the wafer on the floor in front of me and gives me a disgusted look. I shrug, swipe up those wafers (which look more like vitamins to me in my dream) and pop in my mouth, smirk, and go walk back to my place on the pew.
Everyone looks at me strangely and you can hear them murmuring, likely about my performance at the pastor’s feet.
Emotions attached to this dream: Confusion, frustration, and apathy.
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