I had the dream again last night. Once again I walked down the rocky path to the wicket gate. The air was heavy with the scent of pine trees and the clear, dark sky was studded with bright stars.

I passed through the gate and began slowly to climb up the uneven steps toward the brightly lit building. Almost against my will I opened the heavy door and stepped inside.

The room I entered was circular, the walls shelved from floor to ceiling. These shelves were stacked with books, old and new, large and small, and there appeared to be no empty spaces to be seen..On moving forward I observed a narrow opening at the rear of the room and moved forward into another similar room with yet more tightly packed bookshelves. To my right there was a small wooden door.

My heart was thumping with fear but I felt compelled to open the door. I then passed into a gloomy, grey, stone-walled corridor, the only light coming from flickering candles in sconces high up on the walls.

I had a dawning awareness of another person's presence - who I knew not. Someone was walking slowly and almost silently behind me, My sense of terror increased as I continued down the passageway until I reached a low archway. With a feeling of dread I reached out ....... and awoke in my own bed, drenched with sweat and trembling with fear.