I was not troubled by these dreams. Rather I thought they were reaching out to me. To help me to understand – myself – this book – and the situation in which it had placed me.
Yet they never seemed to conclude – despite efforts to go back into that dream state after waking.
Then, a morning came when I heard the voice again. And I realized something that I had not grasped before. It was not any spoken tongue that I have known or studied. But I understood it completely.
Excitedly I fetched the tiny fat volume from the shelf. And opened it.
Now I understood every letter and every word.