I'm, first of all, not myself. I hardly ever am in dreams. I'm at what seems to be a cross between a church, a summer camp, and a prison. We're in a lunch room of sorts that has the same sort of walls, floors, and windows as the church I went to with Kat back in middle school, but it's not a room I've ever seen there. I also get the feeling that it's on the second floor. Anyway, we're "performing" a Christmas play, and I go up and stutter my part (for some reason, my role is played out entirely while kneeling on one knee) and have to keep asking for my line from Father Mukada from Oz. Yes, really. He finally just hands me the script (it's Courier type, but I don't remember what the words were). I stutter through the part marked "Bailey" in black marker, and then keep going because I don't realise where my part ends. And then I get enthusiastic and pick up speed because I know what I'm doing! Because it's some of Logan's lines from Veronica Mars. No, I don't know why that would be in a Christmas play. Then I catch on that it's not my part, and I stop, embarassed, get up, and then give an apologetic nod to the guy (Tom Deall, actually) whose part I had been reading as he goes to the front of the room and I head back to my seat. Everyone's giving me really disapproving looks, and someone makes a snide comment to me when I sit down, so I blown up, yell something, and then end with "Jesus fucking Christ!" and storm out of the room. And everyone is extremely shocked by how sacreligious I am, because next thing I know as I'm walking down the stairs is that a bunch of priests surround me and start doing an exorcism, and then Father Mukada breaks through and rescues me.
What have I learned? Not to think so much about Veronica Mars, Oz, and religion before I go to bed. *nod*