Last night, I dreamt that I was on a small, private plane. Sitting beside me was an elderly priest. Looking through the plane’s window, I could see that we were on an airport runway and that there were fires burning in the distance.
I asked the priest where everyone else was. He assured that they had gotten out on an earlier flight.
Our plane took off. As I looked out the window, I could se that fires were burning all through the city underneath us.
I asked the priest if he knew where the plane was going. He said that it only mattered that it was going some place safe. I asked the priest if he would take my confession. He said there would be time for that later.
I looked over at him and said, “You’re not really Catholic, are you?”
And that’s when I woke up.