The Eightieth Dream Of The Waiting Prince

Now this morning I told my Lord of my most recent dream. And I said to him, “My dear Lord, last night as you slept, I dreamt. And in this dream, I was an empty void. I had no mind with which to dream, for I had no body with which to sleep. I had no voice with which to speak, for I had no lungs with which to breathe. I had no hands with which to touch, I had no feet with which to walk. I had no blood to warm my soul, for I had no heart to pump it. And I had no name for me to share, for in this dream I had never existed, not once at all.”