I had the oddest dream a couple hours ago, but the pope didn’t show up in it until halfway through.
It started out in this place where I was with a very cute ex-manager of mine and his family. I think my sister that work’s with me may have been there too, but I don’t remember that part very well anymore.
I don’t quite remember where the first setting was at, but I do remember that it was in a place with other people, even though they had no impact on the dream. For some reason we were cooking on a grill, inside whatever building it was. I was offering to cooking a box of hamburgers that were good, but had an odd vegetable look to them. Those of you that know me know that I am very much in favor of eating meat, but that isn’t the limit to the oddness of the dream. I was called away from the immediate area of the cute ex-manager and his family, not sure why but when I came back it was to find that they had cooked real hamburgers and that someone had said that they’d fix them next time. From there it went to a scene of a funeral. There was no casket in evidence, there was only a "feeling" of funeral in the air if you know what I mean. I don’t know who’s it was, or at least I hope I don’t. I can’t remember who wasn’t there, but I do remember there being several people from work being there, including me, my sister, and the same group from the first part of the dream. I remember walking down the center aisle of a church. At the front of the church there was a seating section that held most of the people from the first part of the dream. I remember being uncertain whether I was to sit with them or not, so I sat halfway down the church. It was an odd sort of stadium seating. There were a mixture of marble style bench seating with these large heavy wooden chairs. Something you would expect to see in a King Arthur movie. I sat halfway up, just behind a large square column and my sister sat higher up against the wall.
Just after sitting down my sister started saying something and I remember trying to shush her several times because she was really loud. Eventually she told me that she wasn’t being loud. I told her that the marble on the walls made for better acoustics which made her voice louder.
After that one of my old coworkers spoke up about something, I could be wrong, but I think it was something about having had a hard time getting off from work. After came the last thing I remember before waking up. This man leaned to the side, just peeking out from the column and said that he was glad it wasn’t because he’d have a hard time making it overseas during the week. I remember leaning to the side a bit and seeing this man, not terribly old, laying in a bed and surrounded by attendants. I can just remember being surprised that the pope was there.
Now here’s the funny part, this guy wasn’t any pope that I remember out of the history of the church. He kind of looked like the Master from the Doctor Who series in the last few episodes. He didn’t look anything like the pope, I just “knew” that he was the pope.
Have you guys had any odd dreams lately?