I’m a news reporter. I’m standing outside of a religious place and know that a woman fell down the driveway. It was raining. I walked into the space and looked around. It was a classroom that was separated by a see-through soundproof glass where children could play while the people in the classroom studied. I knew I was not allowed to go upstairs because I was not of this specific religion. I also knew that the woman had been working towards becoming a part of this religion and was almost to the point of membership in which she could enter the holy temple, which I also knew was up the stairs.
I interviewed the priest on her death and he said “Mary was a lovely woman. She asked me what she could do to become a part of our temple and I told her all she needed to do was prove to God that she belonged there.”
And then I woke up.
I Dreamed a Dream 