The Dreams

Dream 32

My old colleague let me know that he was going to work in Yemen. He added there was a rumor that I, too, had been invited to work in Yemen — and urged me to accept it. I promised to think about it without showing any enthusiasm.

Yet in the house where I lived by myself, with only my female dog for company, I began to think about the matter in an unexpected manner. What caused this was my sudden aversion to my dog, after her face had started to change into that of a human being. Before this happened, she was my attractive and amusing canine. But after the confusing transformation, she was no longer my dog — nor was she quite human.

Then instantly I found myself in my office in Yemen, my male private secretary standing in front of me. The heat was intense, so I asked the secretary about the type of weather found in this country. He said that it was warm in winter and very hot the rest of the year — but the building was very tall, and the higher up you went, the more the weather would improve. Indeed, whenever the weather bothered me, I should write a memorandum to the director asking to transfer my office to a higher floor. I felt good after my earlier irritation, and — looking up — the building seemed so extremely huge, I imagined it actually touched the heavens.

Heads peered out of windows high up — and my heart pounded when I saw they bore the faces of those I loved in my earliest days. I felt an unsurpassable pleasure, praising God that I had accepted the offer to work in Felicitous Yemen.