Walking with the Priestess.

...and talking, and introducing the animals, and visiting the mediaeval church, and taking the shortcut from Church Lane to Mill Lane that goes across two fields, through a wood and over several gates, and taking a picnic down to the river, and talking deep and trivial things late into the night, and connecting on a level way beyond what most people would understand, and consuming to be consumed.

I wrote in my novel that the waking state, dreams and imagination are but different forms of reality. Which is why, I suppose, being possessed of a powerful imagination can be a most frustrating condition. Though a certain sense of reality is present, it leaves you with nothing tangible, just the inclination to quote and paraphrase two lines from Shakespeare:

‘Tis a consummation devoutly to be wish’d.

Present realities are less than beautiful imaginings.

One day, in a far off future...