Dream Interpretation

What does this mean...?

I'm in the airport terminal, getting in from my flight. I feel kinda tired, so I decide to go and sit down and read at one of the gates before I go out & catch a cab home. I sit down at a gate thats boarding a flight for Paris, France. When they ask for the last call for passengers, I figure, what the fuck, I'll go & try and get on. I show them my boarding pass from my previous flight, and they barely look at it and let me on.

Our flight lands in Paris. I walk around, feeling a little frustrated I can't speak any French. I wander around, looking for a travel map or something, aimlessly.

An old man asks me a question in French. I tell him in English that I can't speak French. He says something else, gesturing, and then gives me a small bag of food-- dried mangoes-- and gestures to take it. I thank him, and leave the airport.

I tour around Paris, see the Eiffel Tower and all the other buildings, and as the evening comes, it starts to be overcast and it rains. I'm feeling pretty concerned that I don't have any plan of where to stay or how to get home, and as I keep walking I notice a church, with a hostel next to it. I feel pretty relieved, and go inside.

The father who runs the hostel speaks a little English (which was really nice), and I get a room and hang out with the other people who are staying there a while. A few of them speak English, and we talk about where we're from and so forth. Finally, one of them tells me that in exchange for participating in the church activities and services, the father lets them stay at the hostel for free. I thought that was pretty awesome, and I asked if I could also do this. They say yes, and I ask the father, who also says yes. Everything is pretty low key. I make my bed up for the night.

Later that evening, as we are all sitting in the great room, the father tells us that they are going to a church thing-- some kind of event, having to do with a woman being touched by god. A miracle, or something. They invite me along, so I go. We all pile into a big white van with tinted windows, and I get a window seat on the right. We drive in the rain to a street, where we see a crowd gathered on the sidewalk. As we drive past, I see the woman who is the miracle...

She has cut the back of her head off. Her blood, and her brain are ink blue; and they are pouring down her neck and back, and collecting in a puddle at her feet. The people in the crowd are holding candles, saying prayers. She is speaking to them, still alive, holding the knife covered in blue blood in her left hand.

I feel very, very nauseous and scared, and look away.


Then, I woke up. What the hell does this mean?