Last night, I had a really stupid dream.
I had apparently run for a representative position in some local election. I was attending some huge banquet where they were announcing the winners of various elections.
Unfortunately, they announced that I had lost the election I was running in. However, I did win something else. Apparently in this dream world, the position of Pope's Wife was decided through a lottery, and I won it.
I was filled with a mix of shock, anxiety, and excitement. Being the pope's wife was a super prestigious position, and it would put me in direct contact with one of the most powerful and influential people in the world. But I was worried what the consequences would be when people found out the pope's wife was an atheist transgender lesbian.
I did realize that because the pope is celibate, I wouldn't have to worry about having sex with him. Also, because the pope having a divorce would be super controversial, I wouldn't have to worry about him divorcing me. I was basically free to do whatever I wanted as the pope's wife.
This was way better than if I had won the election. If I was some lowly local representative, I'd have to write legislation, answer to constituents, and a bunch of other stuff that would have sucked. Being the pope's wife was a pretty chill gig by comparison.
The following morning (still in the dream) was apparently a Sunday. I was worried that since I was the pope's wife, I'd have to attend mass or something, but then I realized that no one could force me to do it, and I could basically do whatever I wanted as the pope's wife. I could even use my position as a force for good. Pope Leo was already considered a "woke pope," and I could further cement that reputation. I could pressure him into supporting LGBTQ rights, abortion rights, and other things.
Anyways, for the rest of the dream, I mostly just bragged to people about being the pope's wife until I woke up. I don't think I ever even met the pope in my dream.