I had a most curious dream last night. I was examining a Palaeologan silver coin in the collection of my friend, Bill M__, and translating for him its inscription, which, strangely enough, was a medieval Greek version of lines 455-457 of Chaucer's description of the Wyf of Bath, in his Prologue to his Canterbury Tales: Hir coverchiefs ful fyne weren of ground; I dorste swere they weyeden ten pound That on a Sonday weren upon hir heed. I'm not sure from where all that came, save for the fact that last night before retiring I was examining 30-40 coins of 14th c. Latin Greece...Very strange.
You seriously recited Chaucer in your dream? And you translated contemporary English into Greek no less?! I dreamed I dropped a jar of cheese on the floor and I had to eat my nachos plain. The fat eunuch guy from Game of Thrones was there and he was laughing at me. That didn't help matters. Rasiel
Nothing so explanable as that. It must have been the 14th c. coins of Latin Greece I spent the evening looking at...
Yes, the Chaucerian verses came to me in my dream. I guess it's not all that unusual, for I've read them many times, but still it was odd the way they worked themselves into the legend on the Byzantine coin!
I've had coin dreams before, usually when I have spent hours ID'ing coins in the so-called "uncleaned" hoards that I use to buy.
In my last coin dream I was able to buy a huge collection for exceptionally rare Chinese coins for pennies on the dollar at a garage sale or something of the sort.