The Book of Recurrent Dreams.
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4:513 - The dream of angels dreaming of men.
It was during an afternoon nap that I dreamt of
a ladder. Angels were sleepwalking up and
down the rungs, their eyes closed, their breath
heavy and dull, their wings hanging limp at the
sides. I bumped into an old angel as I passed
him, waking and startling him. He looked like
my grandfather did before he passed away
last year, when he would pray each night to die
in his sleep. Oh, the angel said to me, I was
just dreaming of you.
"
4:513 - The dream of angels dreaming of men.
It was during an afternoon nap that I dreamt of
a ladder. Angels were sleepwalking up and
down the rungs, their eyes closed, their breath
heavy and dull, their wings hanging limp at the
sides. I bumped into an old angel as I passed
him, waking and startling him. He looked like
my grandfather did before he passed away
last year, when he would pray each night to die
in his sleep. Oh, the angel said to me, I was
just dreaming of you.
"