Abbot's Passion
“I didn’t sleep at all well that night and awoke next morning with a start. I realised I’d been dreaming. Normally I don’t remember my dreams but on this occasion I did - not that I was any the wiser from having done so. Dreams are funny things. Events that would seem absurd when awake often make perfect sense when asleep: falling down bottomless wells, or soaring through the air like a bird, or reliving episodes in one’s youth as though they were happening now. That night I dreamt about Bury market except the market wasn’t in its usual place but in the quire of the abbey church, which is patently absurd, yet in my dream-world it didn’t strike me as odd at all. Some of the previous day’s events I re-enacted except that it wasn’t Eustache berating Hamo at the market cross but Samson from atop Saint Edmund’s shrine. Again, it all seemed perfectly reasonable. The abbey church, incidentally, had grown to twice its real size and stood open to the sky. As I looked up I could see the heavens ...through the roof.MoreLess
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