The Dreams

Dream 111

The gloom approached relentlessly, spreading toward us without pause. “They mean to kill us!” my friend said in warning — and I told him I could finally see a way out.

I couldn’t deny that the path would be hard. “But I have nothing better to offer,” I said, “so follow me if you wish.”

My friend thought for a long while, then fell in behind me — for, “All lives,” he declared, “are in the hands of God alone!”