I was running down a sidewalk in a city. It was dusk,
and a blanket of gray cloaked the city. I knew that Rama’s
life was in danger. I had to get to Rama before he was
confronted by the man with the gun. I ran down the eerie
deserted streets straining to quicken the slow motion
movements of dreamland. I was completely alone, but I knew
that somewhere in the grayness a man was stalking Rama.
The sidewalks were lined with brownstone buildings that had
five and six steps leading to their respective doorways.
I darted up the steps to my right and met Rama in
front of a doorway. I looked into his eyes, and I was met
by silence. Gone was thought, including the urgent message