I had a dream that I was transported back in time one hundred years to a Victorian church I know well. What was strange about the dream was that I was obviously in the Victorian era, the building was brand new and period characteristics such as horse and carts rolling past outside confirmed this. Yet the internal decoration of the church, its participants and liturgy were aspects and people I knew. It was as if the dream was an allegory, that the church transcends time and can be in all eras at once.