Normally my dreams are, frankly, boring. But today I woke in the middle of the night with a lovely one.

I turned off a road in a strange town. I walked in to a square (I had never been there before or knew what awaited me). There, on the far side, was a most glorious Cathedral.

It was neither Gothic, nor Classical nor Modern, but had a strange form of beauty. Great buttresses and pillars, not just of stone, but of polished wood, rose tier on tier, balcony on balcony, into the sky. I had never seen so beautiful and intricate a structure. Everywhere were towers, turrets and wondrous arches.

A huge feeling of happiness diffused me.

But hard as I searched, I could find no entrance or door of any kind, open or shut, locked or unlocked.

Entrance into this cathedral was not for this dream or this life.

I can only wonder at what it must be like inside.