A little background:
My husband and I were both raised Catholic though we don’t practice anymore. He went to 11 years of Catholic school and got the full indoctrination (including a very brief desire to be a priest at age 9) and I just got the moderate indoctrination. He’s been fascinated with the goings on regarding Pope JPII’s passing and the TV has been tuned almost non-stop to Pope-a-vision so , while I don’t share his fascination, I’ve been watching the proceedings too.
In those pre-dawn hours this morning, right before the alarm went off, I dreamt that I had been elected Pope (the fact that I’m female didn’t seem to be a problem) In my dream it all seemed like a colossal joke to me. Why would they elect me? I’m a former catholic who’s fallen about as far as one can fall away from the church. (Satan’s Marshmallow, remember?)
I was expected to perform certain duties and bless people and I did it all with a feeling of humorous detachment like I was really getting one over on the poor saps who elected me and didn’t realize that I’m not a believer anymore. And yet, I realized that I was expected to bless things and the like and I was going through the motions and trying to at least look like I was doing it “right”. The whole thing had an odd feeling of “how the heck did I get here and when will it be over”.
In what kind of world does Satan’s Marshmallow get to be Pope? Only in my dreams. 
