I dreamed I killed and ate the baby Jesus

He tasted of ham. 

It didn’t even feel particularly anti-clerical, as dreams go, and not violent, since the baby Jesus isn’t real. Except in the sense that King Arthur is. So at an emotional level  it was a bit like cutting up a King Arthur made of chocolate and marzipan and eating it.

But it was odd. 

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