To preface this, I’ll state that I have never been to a Catholic Mass, full, half, or otherwise. (So who knows WHERE this came from in my dream.)

Anyhoo, in this dream, I was going to a convention that had four of the stars from The Tomorrow People in attendance. Nicholas Young (John), Mike Holloway (Mike), Misako Koba (Tsui Tai), and Elizabeth Adare (Elizabeth). Of course, I was going to see Elizabeth (as seen in my icon). My good & dear friends elsaf & judiang were there as well, because we support each others fan obsessions, whether we understand them or not. 🙂

So, where is this convention being held? In a Catholic Church after a half-Mass service. (OK, so what was I smoking before bed?) We arrived before the service and you were supposed to sit in the pews in front of the guest star you most wanted to see. Unsurprisingly, the pews in front of Nick & Elizabeth were fuller than those in front of the other two. The church itself was freakin’ HUGE. It looked a little like the UCC in Dayton which used to host PFLAG meetings – huge choir stall behind the big altar. But this church was even bigger. And rather dwarfed the number of attendees.

The first thing that happened was some grand music played, and various people from the audience got up and posed at the front of the church in some sort of Nativity scene. The girls and I were rather perplexed by this – how did people know where to stand? But we figured it was probably something done every Sunday and folks knew where to go. After this invocation, it was time for the talent show.

There were a couple of biddies near me gossiping about the first person to show off his talents. They didn’t approve of him because his mother had come out as lesbian and they just didn’t approve. I tapped the lady who was bitching and said “Oi!” but she gave me a stern look and went back to gossiping.

So they bring out the church’s horse (which anyone can use during the talent show, of course) and this young man proceeds to do some jumping up onto and off of the horse tricks. They’re really pathetic, but the girls and I clap loudly to spite the two biddies.

The next couple of talent show spots don’t go as planned and there’s a huge lull in the service. And eventually people start gathering and talking and the celebs go out to the audience (which now looks more like a bunch of beds rather than pews). But they get sent downstairs to the meeting rooms before I get up the gumption to go talk to Elizabeth.

We girls head down after realizing nothing else is going to happen in the service and are sitting around waiting. (The meeting hall, BTW, resembles the typical university lounge area with little stations of comfy chairs & sofas.) Eventually the convention organizers decide to let the stars meet with the people and I wake up. So, as often happens in my rare “meet the celebs” dreams, I never did get to meet Elizabeth. Heh.