Father Who?

Last night I dreamt that I saved a Catholic priest from drowning in the Pacific at San Clemente Beach. There was a surf contest and Billy Joel was doing an outdoor concert. I don't know how I knew he was a priest as he was wearing a Gap hoodie instead of the collar. When I got him to shore, R started to administer artificial resuscitation. He sputtered and became conscious and then reached into his pocket and offered us something that was obscured. I couldn't see it clearly and was frustrated. We asked if he needed a ride somewhere or if we should call a doctor or 911. He assured us he didn't and I quietly told R to walk him to his car. Instead of a car, he had a dune buggy. R was immediately interested and they talked about it for a minute. Then the priest gave something to R and drove off. When R returned to me, I could see what the previously indecipherable object was- his collar.