Hierophantic

In the dream, I was pursued up a church tower by a furious Anglican priest—up and round an endless spiral stair into a little whitewashed chamber with a table and a waiting pot of tea, rather stewed.  As he burst through the Gothic door, I turned with my mug and said, "I've been bishop for three minutes."  And he fell to his knees resentfully, and kissed my hand where the ring would be.

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