I had a very, very strange dream today...

So basically - I was going up this ladder to get some book way up high on this book shelf (it was a really high building, all made out of marble, really fancy... there was a huge statue of a priest with a golden pole on his left hand), and suddenly, my ladder started falling, and I was about to fall down. But then Michael Phelps (I don't even have a crush on the guy) suddenly grabbed the pole from the statue and held it up so I could go down, and basically he saved me.

But suddenly this guy like... a pope comes up to us and he curses Michael Phelps for doing so, and he says that he's a piece of trash, blah blah blah...

But then I tell the priest (screaming) that he saved my life, and the priest doesn't care about anyone...

So the priest gets really angry, and sends us both to some juvenile (jail?) camp. We're in separate vans, and when I get off I tell the people who are with me where he is, and when the second van comes there's Sweeney Todd instead...

And then my dream pops, and I wake open.

I have no idea what this means... if there's anyone out there, could someone please interpret it for me?

Thank you! :)