I had a very weird dream last night: it was like I was having a dream about having a dream. In the initial dream I was at the graveyard looking for the set of five Schall graves but I couldn’t find them. And then I awoke — or thought I did, as I was still dreaming — to find Sara at my side whispering to me. I was so happy to see that she was alive and okay that I hardly remember the things she told me. Here’s one fact I do remember:
She said that from her dreams she remembers that, “the white marble grave lists the person buried there died at the age of 49.”
