This morning I told my Lord of last night’s dream. And to him I said, “My dear Lord, last night as you slept, I dreamt. And in this dream I walked the Woods of the Sun of the Daily Sorrows, alongside my seventh daughter, who was very dear to me. And as we spoke together, she told me of last night’s dream. And to me she said, “My dear Mother, last night as you slept, I dreamt. And in this dream I walked the Woods of the Moon of the Nightly Sorrows, alongside my first brother, who was very dear to me. And to me he wept, and said not a word, and faded away, like last night’s dream. For when I awoke, I could not remember my brother at all, nor myself, nor you, nor your dream above.” And then to me she wept, and said not a word more, and faded away like last night’s dream. For when I awoke, I could not remember my seventh daughter at all, nor my dream of her, nor her dream of you, nor any dream of the night before, nor any dream of these nights since, the nights that have yet to come, but shall come, and keep coming, until the whole of our lives are behind us. Yet for now they are as unimaginable as all the heavens and all the hells that one day we shall enter, as surely as we shall sleep, as we shall dream.”