Chapter 50 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, of course, and 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 information from which intuitive prophecies can be deciphered by the learned. After listening to me without saying a word, William asked me: Do you know what you dreamed about? I replied in bewilderment: that's what I told you

Of course, I know.But did you know that most of what you told me has already been written?You add people and events from the past few days to a book you are already familiar with, because you have read the stories in your dreams elsewhere, or heard others tell them when you were young, in school, or in the monastery.That's Lascivious 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 also laugh if you want.It is said that Charles the Bald 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 reprimanded by the teacher!I remember an old brother in Melek saying that a man of such high esteem as Siberian couldn't have written something so irreverent, read such satirical verse from the Bible, it could only have been written by a pagan or a buffoon , not like 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 sacred information, or else I think about it every day and dream 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 Artemitolus and interpret your dreams correctly.William said, but I don't think it would be difficult to understand your dream without the knowledge of Artemitorus.Poor boy, the last few days have brought you through a series of events that have destroyed nearly every rule of integrity.This morning, in your sleep, a comical memory came back to you in which the world was turned upside down in this comedy.You add recent memories, your worries, your fears to it.From Adelmo's margin painting, you recall a great carnival where everything seemed to go in the wrong direction, yet, as described in the book "The Lustful Siberian," everyone did Everything he did while he was alive.In the end, you ask yourself in your dream, which world is fake, and what is the meaning of walking up and down.Your dreams are no longer about discerning what is up and what is down, where life is and where death is, your dreams are casting shadows of doubt in what you have been taught.

My dream, I say, is not me.So dreams are not divine information, they are demonic nonsense and contain no facts! I don't know, Adso.William said that we already have too many facts. If one day someone insists on deducing facts even from dreams, then the day when the false Christ will come is really not far away.However, the more I think about your dream, the more I feel that it has a lot of meaning behind it.Maybe not for you, but for me.Forgive me for using your dreams to make my assumptions, I know it's a despicable act and it shouldn't be done but I believe your sleeping mind knows more than I have been awake for six days know more

Really? real.Maybe not.I think your dream shows something because it coincides with one of my hypotheses.But you did me a big favor anyway, thank you. But what is it about my dream that interests you so much?It was as absurd as all dreams! It also, like all dreams, has a meaning.Might as well say like an allegory, or by analogy like the Bible? A dream is a Bible, and there are many Bibles that are nothing but dreams.