The Hundred And Thirty Fifth Dream Of The Waiting Prince

Now this morning I spoke to my Lord, and told him of my dream of the night before. And to him I said, “My dear Lord, last night as you slept, I dreamt. And in this dream I repeated the litanies of remembrance, yet on each repetition another word was lost to me, until upon waking all I had left was a name without meaning. And soon even that was gone.”