i started to write this last night, then i thought maybe it was lame so i didn't, but it's still on my mind today so....

holidays

as i've said before
i hadn't been celebrating them
but
ya know
out of respect for the puppyfish
i've been trying to work my way through

and, to be honest
yom kippur didn't really work for me
maybe i didn't do it right
but
i feel like i've just spent the last five years
doing that
pretty much not stop

and really
i've always kinda
considered my ethical and spiritual
pretty much ongoing

also
sukkot
if one lives as much of the time as possible outside
seems like it wouldn't translate well
it seems like some sort of
camping in the desert
or wilderness skill learning adventure
would connect better
to the big picture

but
i've been thinking about halloween
and
i don't think i'd have the heart
to cut it out


but i had this dream last night

i was in an old wooden ship like circa 1800s
and someone [not you]
was draggin me out to swim in shark infested waters
i wouldn't swim, but he dragged me
out from the ship
back to the bow
where pope john paul 2 was at the helm
with a cardboard cutout of his head
all regaled in spikey golden saint halo
sitting on the ground across from him
where he could look at it
and then finally back in the ship

and
as i climbed back down
below the waterline
i could see the big black sharks
that had been swimming where i had just been
eight or ten of them
and i felt slightly sick
but i was ok


what does this mean

is it just some sort of message about religion
or is there something else to it

i know, as i woke up, i was having a happy dream
but the freaky pope and shark dream is all i remember
i've never dreamed about the pope before
and i notice it wasn't even the current pope