Arrakeen, Arrakis, Wednesday Morning
"How many nights have I sat on dunes like this, imagining a night just like this, with my father. Just the two of us, talking and laughing. And how many nights have I gone to sleep on the cold floor of the sietch, dreaming of his arms around me, sheltering me from everything I was afraid of, everything I could not understand."
Leto turned in his sleep. In the dream he felt the sand beneath him as he was sitting opposite his father, seeing for the first time the man whose memories he carried inside him. Even as he dreamt he knew this had happened before.
His father's response: "And are you a good Fremen?"
"Yes." A gust of wind carried with it sand that settled on his skin.
"Will you permit a blind man to go into the desert finally? Will you let me find peace on my own terms?" The voice of Paul Atreides, now known as the Preacher, echoed strangely. Then there was a long stillness.
"Not yet," Leto said. The desert turned strangely silent.
He opened his eyes and blinked a few times. It was morning, the sunlight filtered through the curtains and Alice lay sleeping next to him. For a while he remained still, just listening to her breathing as he recalled the dream. His father rarely appeared in them anymore, and it confused Leto.
He pushed himself up to sitting and smiled as he brushed his fingers across Alice's cheek. Hania would probably be awake, and her company would distract him from pondering the meaning of dreams.
[NFB. Yes, Field of Dreams stuff.]