The Dreams

Dream 61

An invitation came to me to visit the house of a dear relative. Drawing near to his home, I saw crowds of invitees going inside. I realized that the invitation was a general one. Among those coming I saw a select group from the generation of our professors and another from that of my colleagues.

We exchanged greetings, then their conversation focused on the fact that all of them were living in Christopher Village. Many of them spoke about its beauty and its superiority over all the other touristic villages. We then entered, going to different tables to dine. My seat was at a tiny table stripped of all things, having not a tablecloth or plates or eating utensils or even food.

Before I could overcome my surprise I saw Shukuku coming toward me, grasping a leg of roasted mutton. He stuck it in my hand and went away laughing. Thunderstruck and annoyed, I saw no choice but to tear the meat with my fingers to eat it — although the whole time, all I could think of was Christopher Village.