suggest a boat.

We never began our work until George's old servant was in her bed; and
yet, when we went upstairs to our beds, we constantly heard her crying out
with nightmare, and in the morning we would find that her dream echoed our
vision. One night, started by what symbol I forget, we had seen an
allegorical marriage of Heaven and Earth. When Mary Battle brought in the
breakfast next morning, I said, "Well, Mary, did you dream anything last
night?" and she replied (I am quoting from an old notebook) "indeed she
had," and that it was "a dream she would not have liked to have had twice
in one night." She had dreamed that her bishop, the Catholic bishop of
Sligo, had gone away "without telling anybody," and had married "a very
high-up lady," "and she not too young, either." She had thought in her
dream, "Now all the clergy will get married, and it will be no use going
to confession." There were "layers upon layers of flowers, many roses, all
round the church."

Another time, when George Pollexfen had seen in answer to some evocation
of mine a man with his head cut in two, she woke to find that she "must
have cut her face with a pin, as it was all over blood." When three or
four saw together, the dream or vision would divide itself into three or
four parts, each seeming complete in itself, and all fitting together, so
that each part was an adaptation of a single meaning to a particular
personality. A visionary being would give, let us say, a lighted torch to
one, an unlighted candle to another, an unripe fruit to a third, and to
the fourth a ripe fruit. At times coherent stories were built up, as if a
company of actors were to improvise, and play, not only without previous
consultation, but without foreseeing at any moment what would be said or
done the moment after. Who made the story? Was it the mind of one of the
visionaries? Perhaps, for I have endless proof that, where two worked
together, the symbolic influence commonly took upon itself, though no word
was spoken, the quality of the mind that had first fixed a symbol in the
mind's eye. But, if so, what part of the mind? One friend, in whom the
symbolic impulse produced actual trance, described an elaborate and very
strange story while the trance was upon him, but upon waking told a story
that after a certain point was quite different. "They gave me a cup of
wine, and after that I remembered nothing." While speaking out of trance
he had said nothing of the cup