Sometimes You Meet the Nicest People in Your Dreams

Last night I dreamt that I talked with the Pope. We met at the bottom of a snowy hill after both of us had slid down. As we walked along, we just talked and laughed. I can’t remember the details except he said he liked mac and cheese and he said “Oooo!” when I told him I was looking forward to making a new recipe for mac and cheese that included Boursin (thanks, Joanna Gaines!). After a while he had to go to a meeting and I had to go find my purse. We both reached out our hands at the same time. As I shook his I thanked him for walking with me. He smiled. I didn’t kiss his ring.