This morning, my Lord recounted to me his dreams of the night before. Now of his first dream, he said to me, “My dear scribe, yesterday, as I meditated in the evening sun, I found myself beginning to slumber, and as I slept, I dreamt. Yet when I woke, it was still light, and so to you I was not permitted then to speak. And though I tried my best to remember the facts of this dream, it began soon to fade. And by this morning no trace of it was left, except for a vague impression of its effect on me, for it had been a vision of beauty equal to that of the setting sun.”