I dreamed I was in ancient Israel, at the top of some Mayan-looking temple. Sacrifices were being made in order to purify newborns. However, the priests were killing horses instead of the usual sacrifices like cattle or lambs. I was the one assigned to bring each horse to its doom at the top of the temple. Every time, without fail, the horse would try to get away and end up biting me on the hand. I could see the cuts and blood and feel the bones crunching. But by the time I got to the top of the temple with the horse, my hand was fine. Now here’s the weird part (that’s right, nothing weird so far): each time a babe was held up and a horse was sacrificed, the priest would say the line from Christ which goes “I swear to you some of this generation will not pass until they have seen the kingdom of God,” and then the horse would be killed, and then the afterbirth from the nearby mother would issue forth from the pores of the newborn babe and wash all over the priest’s head. I woke up after the second or third repetition of this. Eugh! As a side note, I keep having these dreams which are reminiscent of things P.K. Dick thought or said, but I haven’t read any Dick in a year. What’s up with that P.K. Dick, anyway?