Join Date: Aug 2013
Language: English (British), German to some extent.
There are countless old (sometimes ancient, centuries-old) churches, throughout the UK. In this dream I think I was in a Victorian one, perhaps the local suburban Anglican church that I pretty regularly used to attend many years ago. I was sititng in a traditional wooden pew with a few other people, but the church was almost entirely empty. The whole floor was bare dark-stained wooden floorboards as well, whereas IIRC the local church has ornate tiles throughout, with some metal grilles, perhaps for the heating. The service came to the point of communion, and I was thinking how weird, because I have not been to church for so long (church and communion were for me, once an important part of many, if not most Sundays). So I went up to queue for communion, but the robed priest was using wafers (not broken bread) with no wine for the congregation. That is Catholic practice, which is odd because I'm Anglican and have only ever been to a Catholic mass in Germany and France, not the UK. Though in the past, do remember taking water from the font and crossing myself when visiting Catholic Westminster cathedral, in London.
Anyway, I think someone asked if I was waiting in the queue and to move out of the way, or said that I couldn't take communion for some reason. Then it got strange, even by the standards of my dreams perhaps. Think I was at the front of the church, to the right of the altar. I was speaking to some people, and trying to write the name of the street where I live for them, on the front of a book, in black ink (think I spelt it wrong). The book was a large format paperback with a colour picture on the front. Think the picture included a red London bus, like the cover of one of my numerous local history books of old photographs of various districts.
Đhis girl is a tortoise, wandering in the long grass and streaming rain, between fire and ice in a sense