The dreams continue

Okay, this time I dreamt that the pope was shot. My family was invited to the funeral, and while there I discovered that I was in possession of the gun! I knew I hadn't shot him, but didn't know what to do with the gun. I was trying to take care of my little niece, Abby, and she was a handful, so I never got around to telling anyone about the gun. The longer I waited, the more nervous I was that they were going to think I did it! Steve asked if I was feeling threatened by Catholocism...