I had a very strange dream, where I was supposed to be the next pope.
So there I was, all dressed up in Vatican City with loads of religious people right behind me in some sort of formation, walking along an alley in a HUGE cathedral and we were doing all sorts of chanting and singing and stomping ….and I just remember I had no idea whatsoever what I was supposed to do, so I was like humming and letting out an occational “Veni vidi vici”.
But to my relief, there was my best friend standing at the end of the alley (dressed up as a nun). She then told me what I was supposed to do, and say, because of course I didn’t speak any Latin.
You can imagine how confused I was when I woke up.