The Hundred And Forty Sixth Dream Of The Waiting Prince

Now I told my Lord of last night’s dream. And I said to him, “My dear Lord, last night as you slept, I dreamt. And in this dream I slept beneath the morning sun. And when I woke, it was still light, for the sun had not yet reached its noonday mark. And though I tried to remember the facts of that which I had dreamt, I could not, for soon every aspect of the dream began to fade. Yet I did not feel bereft by its fading, for it is not the facts of the dream that matter, but the emotions they convey. And this dream had left in me a lingering joy, which persisted throughout the limitless possibilities of the coming day.”