A good cuppa demands good literature, and tonight's diversion is a book of Serbian oral literature and women's stories dating back to the 1300's which were only put into writing within the last hundred years: one called The message of King Sakis and the legend of the twelve dreams he had in one night:
I saw a gold pillar from earth to heaven.
I saw a dark towel hanging from heaven to earth.
I saw three boiling kettles: one of oil, one of butter, and one of water, and oil boiled over into butter, and butter into water, but the water boiled all by itself.
I saw an old mare with her colt, and a black eagle pulling grass by its roots and laying it down before the mare while the colt neighed.
I saw a bitch lying on a dunghill while the puppies barked from within her womb.
I saw many monks soaked in pitch wailing because they can't get out.
I saw a beautiful horse grazing with two heads, one in front, one in the back.
I saw precious stones, pearls, and royal wreaths scattered over the whole kingdom, but fire came down from heaven and scorched everything to ashes.
I saw the rich giving workers either gold or silver or rice, but when they asked for their own reward, no one was left.
I saw evil-faced rocks descending from the sky and walking all over the earth.
I saw three maidens in a mowed field bearing wreaths of sunlight on their heads and sweet-smelling flowers in their hair.
I saw men with slits for eyes, cruel fingernails, and hair that rose up, and these were the devil's servants.