The Seventy Fourth Dream Of The Waiting Prince

And this morning my dear Lord said to me, “My dear scribe, last night as I slept, I dreamt. And as I dreamt, I recalled the words of the poets, who said that only the dreamer could tell if this was the dream, for the dreamed would never have known any other life. Yet if I were not the dreamer, who else here could it be. For aside from me, there is only you.”