dream
Okay, so last night, I had a dream that my Grandmother was the girlfriend of the new Pope. Oh, I have no idea why.. but I was invited to go to church to meet him, and the man up in front is a black man. This probably comes from these prophecies I read that says this new pope is supposed to be the black pope (which could mean a thousand things..). So I go sit next to grandma, and he comes up to me to meet me. He's such a very nice man! But after the sermon, there is a big uproar and loud hushes in the back.. the black man wasn't the pope. It was Ratzinger, alright. I guess for security reasons, he was hidden the whole time.
So after church we go to Natorp's, which is (or was) a garden store in Cincinnati. We meet him there, and there is a huge crowd there (of course).. so I finally meet my grandma's new boyfriend, the Pope. He grabs my arm and decides that I'm just the cutest little thing he's ever seen, and that he's not going to let go of my arm the whole time we're there. Eventually the dream ends, and I'm just as confused as any other morning.
I don't think of my grandmother much, she isn't a nice person. I mean.. I guess I respect her, she is my mother's mother, after all. But she was never nice to her, and never close to me and my siblings. But she is on her last leg, I believe. I haven't seen her in over a year, and from what I hear, her mind is gone with dementia. So.. maybe being the girlfriend of the pope (nevermind the fact that she isn't catholic)was my fucked-up way of coming to terms with her death that will inevitably happen. Oh hell, I don't know. Just another weird dream.
So after church we go to Natorp's, which is (or was) a garden store in Cincinnati. We meet him there, and there is a huge crowd there (of course).. so I finally meet my grandma's new boyfriend, the Pope. He grabs my arm and decides that I'm just the cutest little thing he's ever seen, and that he's not going to let go of my arm the whole time we're there. Eventually the dream ends, and I'm just as confused as any other morning.
I don't think of my grandmother much, she isn't a nice person. I mean.. I guess I respect her, she is my mother's mother, after all. But she was never nice to her, and never close to me and my siblings. But she is on her last leg, I believe. I haven't seen her in over a year, and from what I hear, her mind is gone with dementia. So.. maybe being the girlfriend of the pope (nevermind the fact that she isn't catholic)was my fucked-up way of coming to terms with her death that will inevitably happen. Oh hell, I don't know. Just another weird dream.