An Irishman who never went to church met the village pries one morning.
“Good morning, son of the Devil,” said the priest.
“Good morning, Father,” was the Irishman’s answer. “Father”, he continued, last night I had a dream.”
“I don’t want to hear about your dreams,” answered the other.
“But, Father, I dreamed about you.”
“Really?! Then tell me all about it!”
“I dreamed that I was dead and that I was going to Heaven.”
“To Heaven? You will never go to Heaven.”
“But I dreamed I was going to Heaven, Father. I saw a very long staircase at the foot of which stood an angel! The angel gave me a very big piece of chalk and told me to make a cross on every step of the staircase for every sin that I had in my heart. I began making crosses as I went. I was going up and up the staircase. When I made very many crosses, I saw a man coming down the staircase and to my astonishment it was you, Father.”
“And what was I doing there? Why was I coming down?”
“That is what I asked you, Father. And you answered, “To get more chalk”.”