I dreamed that next week's ordinations were taking place in an old mansion instead of a church, in the context of a rather complicated Morris dancing event, with the parish's rector masked like the Fawkes mask in V for Vendetta.
But I don't need it interpreted as I know all the inputs of the last few days that went into it.
There was the overflowing olive oil fountain mounted on a stone wall, making the floors rather slippery, but.... no, got that one too.