(9/6/08) boss' communion sex-change

(Entered in paper journal at 9:51 AM at Naidre's cafe in Brooklyn.)

Dream #1

I was in a building that was like a mix between a public building, like Grand Central Station, and a church, with my boss BS and maybe some other people I know. I stood in a wide, open area.

Before me was a roped-off area. The area was a church altar, but it looked more like a stage in a high school gym. Nobody stood on stage. There was a conglomeration of equipment off to my left, right in front of the stage. It was a pulpit, some kind of ritual table, and sound equipment.

A priest stood before the ritual table, which stood before and just to the side of the pulpit. The priest faced the table and pulpit so that he faced away from me. There may have been other people around me, but only a few, and they walked around in the room like one might walk through the main terminal at Grand Central while they're waiting for something or somebody.

The ritual at the pulpit was something like a baptism or communion. A line of people crowded from the pulpit  to my left and around the sound equipment. As each person's turn came, he would stand behind the pulpit while the priest, before the table, would perform the ritual.

BS was in line. His turn came up. He stood with a woman behind the pulpit. He was given a piece of bread that looked like a small, pillow-shaped sugar cookie. He chewed it and then spit it into a big Ziploc bag. He had bowed down slightly to spit in the bag. I could tell he felt like he was doing something incorrectly or impolitely by spitting into the bag.

When BS lifted his head he was a woman -- although my brain really didn't register the sex change at all during the dream. He/she was shortish, tan-skinned, a little overweight, with long, chestnut-colored hair. He/she wore a sleeveless business shirt.

The priest asked him/her what he/she thought of the bread. He/she said something sprightly and naive-sounding about how he/she liked it. Everybody laughed like BS was really cute for having said that. BS was now afraid of saying other things, for fear both of being thought of as desperately trying to say cute things continuously and of being thought of as unable to say anything that could be taken seriously.

He/she was now saying something as if it were directly to me. In my head I could hear BS' male voice as BS the female spoke. I might also have seen the male BS superimposed over the female BS. BS said that it was good to do this ritual over the weekend, because that way you would be able to do things like have sex on Sunday without having to worry about whether you were sinning.