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.