My strange Catholic passport
adventure seems to have been just the beginning, though it does remain the strangest. I was entering into a cathedral
, as a service was beginning, and I decided to join. I sat in one of the frontmost pews
. Soon after the service began, the priest called upon the people in my pew to recite Hail Mary
. Given that I don't know Hail Mary in English
, which was the language the dream was in, we instead recited some strange mutant form of The Lord's Prayer
, but in the dream I thought it was Hail Mary. We didn't do very well, and there were a couple periods of mumbling. The priest
was not impressed.
Later on, I was in a large semi-public building, perhaps a hotel. I went outside onto a large and beautiful covered porch made with dark wood, which I walked across to reach a wooden gazebo. Entry cost 33 Austrian Schilling, or about $2 or €2.40, which was to be deposited into a box. I knew it was some strange sort of Catholic gazebo, and I glanced inside. It was rather large, and had pools of water along the bottom. There were steps across the pools, leading to a rather high bench above the waters. Two women sat on the bench. It was warm. I'm not sure if you were supposed to bathe your feet in the water, or if there were fish in them.
I don't know why I keep having these dreams about Catholicism. I really don't think I'm destined to become a Catholic . . .
Streetcars and ledges and rats, oh my
I went to a ledge
overlooking the Columbia Gorge
, somewhere east of Camas
. It was a beautiful spot, and a favorite of Suzanne and Gaffney
, who I found sitting up there upon it. It seemed that I might be disturbing them somewhat, but it was clear I was welcome to stay a little while. I chatted with them and admired the view
. They then invited me down into their boat
. I went, and they had rats
in a box as some sort of bizarre scientific experiment for school. I wasn't supposed to shine the flashlight
on them, cause they needed to be kept in the dark, but I wanted to see them, so I did. It was only a little bit, it didn't hurt them.
When I wanted to go home, I decided to take the streetcar which ran somewhat above the ledge, even though we found ourselves near the middle of nowhere. The streetcar was old-fashioned and lime green, but I just barely missed it and didn't want to wait 20 minutes.
Later I was in town, though it didn't look anything like it does. I was talking on a payphone to Joyquality, who needed to be somewhere in the vicinity. I recommended she take the streetcar.