On Tuesday, when I was sick and could only barely sleep, I had a dream where I was the Pope trying to give a speech to some priests about how Communism is the greatest thing ever but couldn't get a word out of my mouth for the longest time because I'd lost all knowledge of Latin and it would've been important to give the speech in Latin. Eventually, I had to resort to English and said propagandy/buzzwordy stuff like "proletariat of the world unite", "redistribution of wealth", etc. over and over again...
Then, I went outside and was in some coastal city with lots of huge ships at the docks; I think it was Copenhagen or Stockholm but I only remember that the people made totally unintelligible sounds, which I somehow knew to be a Germanic language (pointing to Danish), but somehow the place itself struck me more as Stockholm; I've never been to either city, so whatever it was supposed to be, it was probably nothing like the real deal. I wandered around trying to get the world to stop spinning with my hands by taking breaks from wobbling on my shaky feet to push on the ground and walls (not sure if I was literally trying to stop the Earth's rotation or not, but I think so?) and yelling some more about Communism.
Obviously, the Communism part came from watching a documentary on Marx earlier that evening, which left me with really mixed feelings since apparently even the dude himself conceded near the end of his life that capitalism works and that communism might never work. I've never been a communist, let alone with a capital C, and could never really be one since I'm officially unable to work due to my social anxiety and whatnot and as such would probably be killed if I lived in a Communist state, but in the dream I wasn't really myself so I guess it makes sense.
The Pope thing most likely came from watching an episode of a documentary series earlier that day on Renaissance art that dealt with Catholicism as well (the second episode of the Renaissance Unchained
), but I'm sure watching the Young Pope
a few weeks ago when the entire series came on TV on two nights also had something to do with it.
I had some other short bits of dreams, many of which were really weird, but I don't remember basically anything about them. A lot of them definitely had some kind of religious themes, though, and in one I was trying to squeeze through a huge meat grinder so that I could be reborn.