Church of the Bizarre:
One part of last night's dream (early in the morning) involved my meeting with bol in Douglas.
"Where are you off to?" I said.
"I'm going to Church, with you!" he replied.
This was strange to me, especially in light of bol's transformation into his college self - i.e. longer hair and old, worn leather jacket.
But still, we wandered off on the ring road near the petrol station until we came to the local shopping mall.
In here? I asked.
This is where it always is." replied bol.
We went inside and it was done up exactly like a church, all big and quiet and there were several women I know who were dressed as priests.
After a short, ten minute service - which was mostly composed of everyone saying "Scaramouch!" in unison - we went out again into the sunshine.
Outside, many of the church-goers, all dressed in black were gathered around a huge steaming pot in the car-park. We went over to join in. I asked what was in the pot and bol said;
"Ox hooves and pig's heads, of course!"