The Dreams

Dream 186

Walking in a dear friend’s funeral, I saw another friend, “B”—who had been abroad for years — among the mourners, and said hello to him. Vastly cultured, he was rather eccentric, and infatuated with the latest trends in both the arts and in life.

I asked about his wife, who was like him in everything: he replied that he’d divorced her. The procession stopped in front of the mosque, and the coffin was carried inside.

As the people prayed over it, my friend went to join them within — and I couldn’t believe my eyes.