Had a wild dream last night. It began with Prince and I talking motorcycles, though I have to say that Prince looked more like Little Richard. There was a nice red motorcycle too, with spinning parts on the motor that don't really make much sense now when I think about it.

At some point later, I was walking down a rural road and into a church(?). There was some kind christening-type thing going on, but it involved surgically implanting a line between the pelvis and the shoulder so that the child would grow up visibly stunted. This was presented as a price paid by the child for the parents belonging to the wrong group. That way, the group could always be recognized, and the individuals would be in a constant level of pain. My sense was that the original intent was that this was originally done so that the child would grow to reject the group so that its children wouldn't have the procedure. But instead it had become a ritualized tradition and insisted on by the parents. Maybe a bit like foot binding?