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AspiringToJoyfulness
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I dreamed I was at Mass and I didn’t go up for communion because I wasn’t Catholic. The woman (yes I know women can’t be priests, it was a dream) and she and I talked after the ceremony and she gave me brochures and things on the church and what they do. It felt really nice until I woke up, stuck in the same place I’ve been stuck for years. I wish I had never come to live with him. But it was my choice and now I have to live with it.