Cistus dream

I dreamed I was pitching an installation at a church, a collaboration with several artists who would exhibit their works, and I would compose/perform the music for it. This is a very *me* thing, fyi. Suddenly, a group rushes through the chapel where I’m pitching my installation, and somebody shoves some sort of liturgical object in my hand—the long shepherd’s crook thing that a bishop normally carries—and it’s festooned with tiny glass beads. I get swept into the procession and end up at the front of the church, where I awkwardly try to keep this top-heavy bishop’s crook upright. I wobble a bit, and some of the glass beads crash to the floor and break. Everyone’s annoyed with me. I never asked for this. Upon awakening, it was clear that my preferred church incense, Mortel, was the best costume for the day.