The Dreams

Dream 206

I was setting the table and the invitees were in the next room. Their voices came to me — those of my mother, and of my brothers and sisters — while, in the interval, sleep stole me away.

For a moment, terror gripped me, before my memory came back to me. I recalled that they had all gone to dwell close to their Lord — and that I had walked in their funerals, one after the other.