Dreaming about Jesus

Had this dream yesterday and woke up laughing my ass off.

So the dream starts off with me at some sort of religious gathering, like Easter or something. I'm there with my family and even helping out with the services. (Which is ironic considering I get wheezy anytime I come near a church!)

Then somehow, out of the hundred plus people there, I AM THE ONE THAT GETS CHOSEN to go bury Jesus body. WHAT?? ha ha I'm given a slip with an address and told I need to bury Jesus there.

Of course I enlist the help of my sister. Donielle is gaggy and bitching, but being a total sport and we get outside, and have no clue where the place is. My car isn't reliable, so we ask my mom to drive and she gets defensive and says, "Ummm, I got a fucking pound of cocaine in my car. I can't get caught with coke AND Jesus' dead body!"

Donielle and I look at each other in disbelief. "YOU'RE DRIVING!" We get Jesus loaded up, and find out the building is only 2 blocks away. My mom is pissed that she took a risk for only two blocks and kicks us out. Jesus is thrown to the curb!

We realize we have to bury him on the rooftop, just one problem. When we get inside, they're working on the elevators. JUST OUR LUCK. Now we have to carry Jesus up 18 flights of stairs. I was in the lead and Donielle took up the tail. Right when we're almost at the rooftop, we run into two of my gay friends who just became Daddy's. They stop us in the hall and are showing me their new baby girl. I get distracted and Donielle is left with Jesus. She goes up top and buries him. It kind of gets fuzzy from there... but hell... I don't know if I could take anymore!