[Redbook6:92-93)][19890121:1750]{A
Dream: Of a Useless Occupation}[21st January 1989]
19890121.
.1750
In
a dream this morning I was at the place (at the end of a moving
walkway, of the kind I have ridden at Heathrow Airport) where someone
had been killed. Two of his family were there: overhearing one of
them say to someone else that they came from [DF],* I used this as an
excuse to offer them my sympathy.
I
walked with them towards a large museum-like building. The woman of
the couple asked me, fairly directly, a question which should have
enabled me to reassure her with an explanation of life after death.
Instead, I found I had nothing to say: except, after a while,
platitudes.
In
the building, which was a library, I became involved in a problem
over obtaining a number of books.
*[The
local town for [C] – see (eg?) [Redbook1:26][19680416:2250]{The
Lake}[16th
April 1968]
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