The Dreams

Dream 197

Our houses were built on the edge of the desert. Each one had an open-air stairwell where sat a large clay jar full of refreshing water. The thirsty would come to quench their need, and to pray for us.

One day a gang snuck in, concealed among those coming to drink. They attacked one home, robbed it, and fled. After that, we locked up all the doors — then we learned they were digging a tunnel in order to get at us. One of these tunnels opened a spring of water, which rushed out in a flood that made the desert bloom — heralding happiness for all.

“Open up the gates,” one of our wise men proclaimed, “and be blest with the best of neighbors!”