I dreamed that my sister/friend and I decided we wanted a man to share our ship with. So with our staff we went looking for one and chose one of the popes that was on tv. We had only caught the end of his show but he seemed pretty good. It seemed like it would be good to have someone with that authority and presence, to guide us. Someone to follow.

We prepared the stateroom for him, making the bed beautifully. But when his staff brought him in we realised he was not what we'd expected. He could not speak or communicate at all, just rock and thrash and make a constant high-pitched whine. We took him into the stateroom and he dragged all the bedclothes onto the floor, to make a messy nest, which was the only place he would be able to sleep. And this was all he was capable of, so this is what we'd got for ourselves.