I had a dream that I was walking in a village looking for a service to attend. The Anglican Church was open so I went to the Eucharistic service there. It was an enjoyable and welcoming occasion. There didn’t seem to be a Catholic service anywhere but, typical of a dream, when I came out of the Anglican one I saw to my joy that across the road there was a Catholic priest about to give out communion in his church. I hurried over to find my way barred by an officious verger asking if I was a visitor, in which case could I stay at the back of the church! I asked him why the service was not advertised and he said it was only for regular attendees. All this conversation was going on with our backs to the priest. Finally I broke through and got my communion. All this seemed to tell me that here was too exclusive a set.