A staircase of saints

I dreamed I was in a recurring race up several levels of staircases that would up and around, greenish-black wrought iron. There were many other people with me, notably a tall, wan fellow in what looked like the costume of "The Hermet" from the Tarot Deck, who was pacing me repeatedly over the races.

The structure itself was solid, with an exposed brick interior, and very large and cavernous. At the end you arrived in an upper room, like a library, with a well-worn statue of a saint at the center, black stone. As you passed by it, you kissed its weathered foot, kind of like in the Vatican. And then the race would begin again.

My wife consistently beat me to the finish, and would be lounging in the library, waiting for me to finally arrive with the rest of the crowd. Finally I was determined to beat "The Hermit" on the next go-round, and started taking the stairs two and a time. And while I did beat him that particular time, I still couldn't catch up to the wife.

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I dreamed my boss opened a pizza parlor out of the back of a quaint, green bungalow. He seemed very happy.