Dream Diary: The Glass Cathedral

Two days ago, I dreamt about a Glass Cathedral. It was well-lit and glowing from the inside. I was forever on this cement road going towards it, but I never seem to get there. The view always stays the same, I always remain a hundred yards away from it. I could see these frozen bodies of Catholic saints being paraded inside, a pilgrimage that went on and on and on. I used to be religious in my youth because I grew up in this repressive Catholic community. I still have my faith, but I'm not this religious nut that does everything by the book, fire and brimstone, et. al.

But that's the only thing I remember about the dream, how beautiful and golden and glowing this fragile glass cathedral was.