Made Man

 i dreamed I was moving to a new parish in South Manchester and we were exploring the area. Then I was no longer a priest but a gangster. My boss got into a fight with another guy and I picked up a stick and joined in. At first I swiped the guy round the legs rather ineffectively and he ignored me. Then I hit him on the back of the head. His body was now blackened and charred but still erect. I inserted my stick under his jaw and prised off his face. Was he dead? Of course he was- and I was a made man.