The Eighty First Dream Of The Waiting Prince

Now this morning I told my Lord my dream of the night before. And I said to him, “My dear Lord, last night as you slept, I dreamt. And in this dream I stood in this very chamber, as the floors cracked and rent, and the walls and ceilings crumbled to dust, and the air became as unbreathable as smoke, and though I tried to cry, I could not, for by then my tears had turned themselves to steam, rising up briefly as clouds, before dissipating away to nothing, swallowed whole by the atoms of the air.”