Wierd, vivid, detailed dream last night. I could write three pages, but the part that moved me most was concerning this blind Polish catholic priest.
There were a series of 3 or 4 ornate, medieval/renaissance churches, with towers, spires, fountains, ponds, and outdoor treacherous stairways to higher levels. Statuary abounded, including that of duellists a la the musketeers.
In the third of the churches, we were brought to meet the priest, who was blind. I had a hard time with his long Polish name with abundant consonants. He greeted us awkwardly then moved into his church, which he knew well. He had a pet seagull, which could talk, but could only repeat the last word one said, however. If one picked it up, it would cling to you as if it were cold, or lonesome.
Three persian Angora cats were near the head of the stairs. As anyone passed, they rolled over on their backs so their bellies could be stroked.
The priest was nattering on about riches and power. He unlocked the front door, and led us into the courtyard.
Donations had been made by tossing coins into a pool. The coins were of silver, gold and platinum. We started collecting the coins (and other stuff people had thrown in, like a large pocket knife), and he instructed us to leave the platinum, because it would bring donations.
Lots of other stuff went on, but toward the end of the dream I realized that he looked very much like the current pope (but his hair was dark), and I found myself worrying about the health of the pope. I understand he’s quite frail and could die at any time!
No, I’m not making a prediction; although I have had dreams that came true in the past, I never knew beforehand when a dream was predictive. Plus, the Polish priest didn’t die in my dream.
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