I had a dream where I went to the dentist with a group home. As in, I was one of the workers and me and another of the staff brought a group of them to the dentist. For whatever reason, all of them disappeared when we got there and it was the most boring dream ever. I was actually bored in my dream. The 'dentist' was a corporate office with those nasty little dividers intersecting all the areas. It had a waiting room, but for instance I was able to sneak behind one or two dividers from the waiting room; not that that was any more fun than waiting.
Finally, a group of kids come out. The staff says ' now its time to go the the city and see the other dentist? Okay. After a brief car montage we arrive in the inner city, with playgrounds on hills and general poverty around us. The dentist was much quicker this time, and on the way back to the van we had to go through a relatively suburban 'project'. Imagine a block with several apartment complexes that all sport healthy lawns.
I heard singing in one, and took the chance to go inside one. There were a group of black parishioners all singing some indescribable song, with a white pastor in front. The parishioners would walk up, one at a time, make the sign of the cross, and eat the sacrament. Then they would pull a lever and put money into a cup that appeared. After this, the pastor would dump a glass on their head. The liquid inside started the color of clear wine (which is opal-ish) and progressed to a deep blue just before striking the parishioners. As it left their bodies it acquires a vibrant light reddish tint.
I stood there watching a few times, and eventually the pastor called me forth. The crowd parts (still the entrance hall of the apartment complex) and I hesitantly go forward. He demands I take the catholic vow and engage with him. I try to go back outside, but cannot move. He calls me forward and I unwillingly perform the motions up unto the sacrament. By this time he is explaining how as a catholic this is the way, and my money will serve god's purpose. I start mentally screaming that this wasn't catholicism; maybe some heretical offshoot, but this was not catholicism. It had the taste of southern worship to it, and before I could either get away or give my money to the pastor I heard a bust crash and break and woke up.
WTF brain?