Dear Gabriel,

Try to find some response whenever you can find it.

I was dreaming that I was in a room in the House of Commons. It was surrounded on both sides by stairs but the stairs leading in different directions were not connected at the top of the building. The division bell went off and I tried to make my way to vote but the locked doors barred me and it took a devil of a time. Far below me after some minutes I saw someone running in. I got down the stairs and then had to cross a bridge. It was quite beautiful like that near Magdalen College in Oxford but all this took time. Then before I could make the final. I kept up. I had to descend again into a rocky port by the river. I wasn’t going to make it. I woke.

That evening I watched a programme about Simon and Garfunkel. It brought back happy memories of listening to ‘Bridge Over Troubled Water’ and drinking coffee in a mug, great excitement with Coffeemate, listening to a young tutor I had lunch with today. He seemed a lot older than us but was only 29 then. Now he is nearer 70. But when I listened again to ‘Bridge Over Troubled Water’ the intensity of religious feeling and awe and joy was as great as in most religious services.