Dream of church

I dreamed Jacob and I moved into a luxury suite in my old dorm at Indiana State, where -- apparently -- many of my old schoolmates still lived. Then I dreamed that on a dark street, a druggy-looking prostitute started skipping in circles around me trying to get me to contract for his services. THEN, I dreamed that at the Easter Vigil at St. Peter's Episcopal Church, Chicago, a guy who was supposed to read instead walked to the tabernacle, took out a ciborium full of hosts, scattered them all over the altar, and then proceeded to do a liturgical dance by candlelight, being roundly booed and hissed and finally manhandled out of the church so that the deacon could proceed to read the Gospel. Later in that dream, the liturgy stalled for an hour when the acolytes couldn't get the candles lit.