I had a rather strange dream last night. Not strange when considered against the weirdness of the other dreams I’ve been reporting here, but strange for a non-religious heathen such as myself to have. I was wandering a totalitarian regime in which religion was illegal, and came upon an immense crowd protesting at a gated government building for the right to practice their beliefs. My response to this? I began performing communion.

I walked though the crowd carrying a single loaf of bread, ripping off small pieces, handing them out, telling people to eat. As I did this, managing to press the bread into the hands of hundreds, the loaf never diminished. I kept expecting the entire time that soldiers would come pouring out of the building and drag me away. Well, something must have happened, only I don’t know exactly what it was, because the dream jumped to after whatever happened happened, and I was suddenly within the building, suffering the consequences of my actions.

I was now locked away in a small cell, and about to be visited by the U.S. ambassador, so there was a glimmer of hope. Maybe I’d get released. Unfortunately, when the door swung open and the U.S. ambassador entered, he was the character of Murray from Flight of the Conchords, about as inept a helper as you’d ever want. I have no idea why a character who in the series is an attache for the New Zealand consulate was yanked from my subconscious to be cast as a U.S. ambassador, but there you have it.

My heart sank, figuring this meant I’d be trapped there forever, and I woke.