I had three dreams in one night. In the first, I was in a tube station. I got out of the train but instead of a long platform with exits at either end, it was short with walls at both ends shutting them off with just a small window high up and a man laughing at me. I took this to be life. Then I woke and fell asleep again.

Then I dreamt that I was kneeling next to the Virgin Mary but neither she nor I had any physical form; we were no more than transient shadows of light. I took this to be what I aspired to.

Then I woke up and fell asleep again. Now I was trying again and again to knit something out of a thread that kept falling away and refused to complete the job. This was the attempt at this diary, like faith it keeps falling away. The thread was as a ruler. Each time I picked it up and attempted to thread it, I failed.