Just woke up from a dream – I’ve lost the first bit of it, but at one point, Sir Guy of Gisbourne (as played by the late Robert Addie in the Robin of Sherwood series) was carrying about bits of his armor in a clear plastic bag. He and some same-period soldiers were inside a large bell tower of arched, romanesque architecture preparing to make camp for the night. The Sheriff of Nottingham (as played by Nickolas Grace in the same Robin of Sherwood series) has ambitions to become king. Apparently, if a man can make the bell in this tower ring three times, he will become king. The Sheriff has already made it ring twice and is determined to make it ring the third time.
It had to do with tests. The tester, Snape (as played in the Harry Potter films by Alan Rickman), said in his snide way that the sheriff couldn’t just go ring the bell himself, he had to do something in such a way that the bell would be “moved” to ring. Abrupt dream shift.
The Sheriff has transmogrified into Jean-Luc Picard (as played in Star Trek: Next Generation by Patrick Stewart) in Hollywood medieval costume, and the tester is now a young dark haired “princess” type dressed in Hollywood medieval costume, and she is the one he must please to get the bell to ring. Inside, he is seething with anger, but outside he remains quiet and pleasant. They are in some sort of walled, inner courtyard garden with espaliered trees, and he keeps seeing things in the garden that need to be done, and goes and does them, with the aim of pleasing the princess. Then the princess tells him he must sing the words of this poem about English boarding school boys to a sleeping woman (the fair haired princess), (also dressed in Hollywood medieval costume), but after he entered her chamber and started to sing, the words came out all different, and were actually the words of a love song. Infuriated, the dark princess burst into the chamber shouting, “Why are you doing this to me!” at the fair-haired princess, who was no longer asleep. “Why are you doing this to me, Sylfide!”
Then I woke up. It was one of my typical mish-mash dreams, odd bits stuck to a loose plot line, but, “Sylfide.” Nice name. That will go in my commonplace book for future reference.
Just as a side note, a “silphide” (French) or “silfide” (Spanish) or “sylph” (English) is an “elemental” faerie of which Ariel in Shakespeare‘s “The Tempest” is an example. There is also a Ballet, “Les Silphides,” first performed by Sergei Diaghilev’s Ballets Russes, with choreography by Michel Fokine, music by Frederic Chopin, and Vaslav Nijinsky, and Anna Pavlova as two of the three soloists. You can watch a version of the ballet with Rudolph Nureyev as the male soloist here, or just the waltz number from it with Mikhail Baryshnikov if you’re into that. And there’s Les Ballets Trockadero de Monte Carlo’s version here for completeness. (We’re real big on culcha (4) here, ya know. All part of the service.)
Just to put this all into real-life context, I am currently reading Deliverer, the ninth book of C. J. Cherryh‘s scifi 15-book Foreigner series (I’m rereading all of the books in sequence to culminate in the just-published book #14, Protector, with one more, Peacemaker, still in manuscript), which has absolutely nothing to do with anything in the dream. But, the sleeping mind is a vast uncharted land where Dream, the sacred river, runs through caverns measureless to man down to a psychic sea, and no journey undertaken there is ever like the one before or after . . .