More dreams
Dream 1.
Boyfriend is Superman. Doesn't really look like the film or comic one though. We're walking out of a building to find our car when I see someone who looks just like him. I stare and then look back at boyfriend, and he shakes his head as if to say don't worry about it. I see another.
At his house, he says, OK, yes, I have clones. If any come to the door, don't let them in. Time passes. Someone knocks. I open the door a crack and all these bad-guy clones come pouring in. The last one may or may not have been a bad guy; I choke him to death, my arm around his neck, nonetheless. Feel a little regret that I should have checked first. He made some move toward me, though - had to do something.
Dream 2.
Go to this immense, gorgeous old church. Possibly pink. Laymen priests are performing a spring ceremony. Inger is one of them. Tall echoey sanctuary, I'm in a balcony looking down. Guy brings in this little sacred piece with grass and flowers. It's normally supposed to have a recording of birds singing in it, but the guy accidentally recorded his voice, so that plays; he's embarrassed and I'm amused. Inger is bare under open clerical robes, as some kind of symbolism. None of the congregation seems to notice or at least care. (Sorry, Inger! Don't mean to be creepy...)
One of the priests I have a mutual crush with. We kiss and then I hardly see him again. I comment to someone that year after year I've observed the spring rites; finally they've come through for me (re crush). See Inger washing her face in a bathroom; I say I liked her contribution to the ceremony and she says really? I dunno... I reassure her that it was just great. Very appropriate, regardless of what others may think.