Chapter 47 Chapter Forty-Two

after morning worship William explaining his dream to Adso Dizzy, I stepped out of the gate to find a small crowd gathered outside.The representatives of the Franciscan Order were leaving, and William came down to say goodbye to them. I join in the farewell ceremony and hug my brothers in love.Then I asked William when the other group was leaving with the prisoners.He told me they had gone, half an hour ago, when we were in the cellar, or, I think, when I was dreaming. I was shocked, then calmed down again.So much the better.I can't bear to see those sinners (I mean the poor administrator and Salvatore... and of course, that innocent girl) dragged away from sight forever.Moreover, I was still haunted by the dream just now, and I felt as if I had been paralyzed.

William and I were still standing in front of the chapel, both sullen, though for different reasons, as the Menorite friars walked towards the gate and left the abbey.Then I decided to tell my teacher about my dream.Although the images in the dream overlapped and were illogical, I clearly remembered every scene, scene, and sentence.So I said, ten to five, without reservation.For I know that dreams are often cryptic messages from which intuitive prophecies can be deciphered by the learned. After William listened to me without saying a word, he asked me, "Do you know what you dreamed about?"

Puzzled, I replied, "That's what I told you..." "Of course, I know. But do you know that most of what you told me has already been written? You've added to the already familiar writing the people and events of the past few days, because you've looked elsewhere A story told in your dreams, or heard told as a child, in school, or in a monastery. It was "The Lustful Siberian." I wondered for a while, then remembered.He was right!Perhaps I forgot the title earlier, but what monk and novice has not laughed at the changing vision of this story?Though the more stern novice masters forbade the story to be read, the monks in each monastery whispered among themselves, some condensed or modified, others reverently copied it, declaring that behind the veil of laughter it contained moral instruction.Some teachers encourage the story to be told because, they say, although it is mocking, young people can thus more easily remember certain events in sacred history.Someone once wrote a translation to Pope VIII, with the inscription: "I love to mock; accept me, dear Pope John, in my mockery. You can laugh, too, if you like." It is said that Charles the Bald The Maestro also staged it to entertain guests at dinner.

When I was with my companions, how many times I quoted passages from it, only to be scolded by the teacher!I remember an old brother in Melek saying that a man of such esteem as Siberian couldn't have written something so irreverent, read such satire from the Bible, it could only have been written by a pagan or a buffoon Yeah, it doesn't look like it came from a holy martyr... I've forgotten those childish jokes over the years.Why on this day in my dreams did "The Lustful Siberian" reappear so vividly?I have always thought that dreams are divine messages, or else they are something I think about every day and dream about at night.Now I know that one can also dream about events in books, that is, dreams within dreams.

"I will follow the example of Artemitorus and interpret your dreams correctly," William said, "but I don't think it would be difficult to understand your dreams without the knowledge of Artemitorus. Poor child." , you have been through a chain of events over the past few days that has destroyed nearly every rule of integrity. This morning, in your sleep, a comical memory came back to you, in this comedy , the whole world is turned upside down. You add to it your recent memories, your worries, your fears. Drawing from the margins of Adelmo, you recall a great carnival where everything seemed All going in the wrong direction, however, as described in the book "The Lustful Siberian", everyone does what he did in life. At the end you ask yourself in your dream, which world is fake , What is the meaning of walking up and down. Your dream is no longer to discern what is up and what is down, where is life and where is death, your dream is to cast the shadow of doubt in the teaching you have received. "

"My dreams," I said, "are not me. So dreams are not divine messages, they are demonic nonsense and contain no facts!" "I don't know, Adso," said William, "we already have so many facts that if one day someone insists on deducing facts even from dreams, then the day of the false Christ is really not far away ...However, the more I think about your dream, the more I feel that it has a lot of meaning. Maybe not for you, but for me. Please forgive me for using your dream to make my hypothesis, I know it is Despicable action, should not have done it... But I believe your sleeping mind knows more than I have in six days of waking..."

"Really?" "True. Perhaps not. I think your dream showed something because it coincided with one of my hypotheses. Still, you did me a great favor, thank you." "But what is it about my dream that interests you so much? It is as absurd as all dreams!" "It also has a meaning, like all dreams. Let's say it's an allegory, or something like that." Like the Bible? " "A dream is a Bible, and there are many Bibles that are nothing but dreams."