Now this morning I told my Lord of 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, amidst the falling snow, I walked across a frozen lake. And the ice below was as pale as the sky above. And the air that chilled my breath before me was as cold as the ice that froze my feet beneath me. And in the sky above I saw a sea of hands reaching down to strike me, their claws like icicles, and in the lake I could see shoals of fish, locked below the ice until spring. Yet they knew not that anything for them had changed, for the waters they swam in were the prisons of their lives.”
