Wednesday, August 31, 2005

 

Pope Benedict and ME!!!



Ok, dreams can be really puzzling...so I invite my readers to feel free to interpret my dream from last night.

In this dream, I was the assistant to Pope Benedict and my job was to follow him around carrying his "shepherd's staff" (no doubt a job I received for living such a moral and unselfish life). Well, at one point, Pope Benedict and I found ourselves driving somewhere with my friend in her car (apparently, Pope Benedict traded in the Popemobile for a 1991 Izuzu Rodeo). While on this car trip, Pope Benedict, my friend and I debated who was a better singer, Bruce Springsteen or Garth Brooks (for the record, Pope Benedict loves Garth...must be his song, "Friends in Low Places"). The next thing I know, we arrive at CVS, where the Pope just wants to pick up some small items...Well, before I know what is happening, a fire breaks out in the CVS and the Pope and I get separated!!! This is NOT good...remember I still have the "shepherd's staff"!! Mayhem is breaking out in the CVS and I can't find the Pope!! I'm frantically running around the CVS, with the "shepherd's staff", screaming "POPE BENEDICT, POPE BENEDICT...WHERE ARE YOU?!?!". I can not describe the feeling of my desperation!

Anyhoo, I woke up sweating like a pig.

What does all that mean??


Comments:
Probably that you're going through menopause.
 
probably that you are clearly insane!!
 
Possibly it's a sign that your nomination for sainthood is in the works. No, that can't be it.
 
Dreams are full of symbolism - obviously the "sheppard's staff" is symbolic for Pope's penis. I think you wanted his penis, but did not want him which is why your subconscious brain separated you (with the staff) from him in the CVS. THE fire represents HELL b/c that is where you are going for having such filthy thoughts.
 
Guess that sainthood nomination is off the table.
 
Don't you mean "sheppard's SHAFT" vs "sheppard's STAFF"?
 
Were your panties damp when you woke up?
 
Irene. Irene. Where are you? Certianly you have soemthing to share? I htought you would take this BALL ( no pun intended) and run with it.
 
Perhaps Irene is just as aghast as I am about this post and has chosen to stay silent until SW returns to her senses. MUSH
 
Irene here. Sorry so late with a comment. On the way home from Hershey Park today, I stopped by the Grotto of Lourdes in Emmitsburg, MD and prayed for some meaning to Kelli's dream. This appears to have been a very positive head trip for the suburban warrior! Her role as "Pope's helper" (i.e. carrying the shepherd's staff and accompanying him as he travels in his Isuzu and shops at CVS)clearly signify her desire to help the Church. Her feeling of terror when she "loses the Pope" amid the aisles of CVS show us just how fearful Kelli is of losing her religion. "That's me in the corner. That's me in the spotlight, losing my religion." Not a sermon. Just a thought.
-Irene
 
Welcome back Irene! You've been missed.
 
All of this blasphamy makes me very happy!
 
Kelli,
I need to meet with you in my office at 8:15 am tomorrow morning.
G. Meyers, Principal, St. V's.
 
Uh oh Kelli. Sounds like you better bring a switch and/or dunce cap with you. Do they still slap your knuckles with a ruler? Hope they don't take it out on "Queen" Elizabeth.
 
Hello. It's Irene. Kelli, could you please post something regarding the passing of Bob Denver--i.e., Gilligan? I for one am in mourning. Would like to know your thoughts...
 
Actually, Bob Denver's first success was as Maynard G. Krebs in Dobie Gilles. He will be missed.
 
Nobody has touched on the potential significance of Bruce Springstein or Garth Brooks in the dream. Bruce is the "boss" while Garth divorced his wife for good old Trisha Yearwood - something the Pope would frown on but interesting that he liked Garth better.
 
Warrior...come out to playeeeyaaay, Warrior...come out to playeeeyaaay, Warrior...come out to playeeeyaaay, Warrior...come out to playeeeyaaay!
 
Kelli, where do you go when you disappear for days/weeks? Hope you haven't been hit by lightning. Even Irene seems to be in hiding.
 
Irene here. Depressed upon returning from my local McDonald's drive-thru and realizing that the employees are dressed 100 times better than myself. The men are wearing crisply ironed, gleaming white oxford shirts with ties. (The woman have the same shirts but with little ascot type things at the neck.) They look highly professional. So as if I don't feel depressed enough after devouring a Big Mac Value Meal...now I'm really wallowing in self-loathing b/c they all look so darned spiffy while I am schlumping around in a ratty t-shirt and jogging shoes...looking as if I'm planning on some exercise, but I believe lifting that bulky fast-food sandwich to my mouth will be about it for the day. Irene is holding down the fort while her husband (a Harry John wannabe apparently) hits the high seas off North Carolina on a weekend fishing expedition. Terrific!!
 
But I bet that ratty t-shirt is lookin' good if you aren't out of tomatoes yet.
 
Alas, the only tomato on my ratty t-shirt today is a little spilled ketchup.
-Irene
 
Kelly...you are an incredible slacker as a blogger. Your commentee, Irene, is 10 times more interesting than you. You run and hide for weeks at a time and let others take over your site. Maybe you and the Pope are now a couple but, other than that, I can see no reason for you to continue this charade.
 
Hey Blog Police - it's "Kelli" and NOT "Kelly" - nice investigating!!!
 
The Blog Police refuse to use gimmicky kinds of spelling like "Waneeda" and "Maddysin" and "Kamilah" and, yes, "Kelli."
 
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