The Leprechaun Dreams

This isn't exactly a memory, but a recurring dream. I used to have it a lot when I was younger and it has stuck in my mind as well or better than any waking experiences I've had.

I am a little boy. I am in a church. There is panic in the air. I look towards the altar and then I look above it. There is a small ledge above the crucifix. A small laughing man is sitting on the ledge. H0 is a leprechaun. In the back of the church, children are attempting to use the bathrooms, but every time they go in the leprechaun magically locks the door. Only Mrs. Crahan can free them. She is a tall thick woman with hair cut short, and she rips the doors open violently with both hands. To my horror, no one seems to understand what is happening. Child after child walks into the same trap, and Mrs. Crahan is forced to perform her task over and over in order to free them.

After having this dream for about a year, I had another dream featuring the leprechaun.

I am sitting on my front lawn, surrounded by stuffed animals and cartoon characters. We are eating snacks and drinking tea. Everyone is having a nice time. The leprechaun is there, and he is chatting congenially with Tigger (of Winnie the Pooh fame).

I had that dream a couple of times, and then the leprechaun was no more.