I was at the church my family went to when I was a kid. The pastor came up and hugged me from behind and said "You're going to revolutionize my job!"
I said, "What do you mean?" and he started talking excitedly (can't remember what he said).
Later, I was dancing with a group of people outside the church. I was happy but everyone else was dressed in somber matching colors, green and white and blue and black. I was wearing a violet dress. It was Maundy Thursday and everyone started filing into the church like they were in mourning. The pastor seemed really upset so I asked if he wanted to talk after the service. He said his wife had had a baby. (IRL he came out as gay a decade ago.)
I went to see the baby and there was medical equipment everywhere, as if an ambulance had been called and set up a rescue scene on the spot. The baby, who looked more like a toddler, was sitting beside the pastor. I went up to it and held out my arms to hold it and said, "Hey there, you." The baby started to come to me and then immediately started screaming. Thick blood started gushing out of its empty eye sockets and drenched me. I thought, "What if I get AIDS?" and didn't care.
(Callaway, if you're reading this, confidentiality pls.)
