I dreamed that, as Deirdre, I realized that I had forgotten to pray for anyone outside of the Charadoc, on an occasion of praying for the dead.  I wrote all of the thoughts on the sailing-trip with Randy, Jake, and Don.  (For the record, Randy came of age at 15, about nine years before this.)  But I have dreamed of all of the complex interrelations involved.  I also have often dreamed of boating with these people on numerous occasions, and it’s the most logical way to get from Istislan to Toulin, so it wasn’t much of a stretch.  Any number of dreams might have taken place at this particular juncture.  It’s sort of a compendium of several.