There are times in life when you aren't sure of anything, times when you feel betrayed by your own senses. This certainly seemed to be one. At first, I thought this was an ordinary dream with part of me sleeping peacefully while another part of me was involved in dream adventures.I've had such dreams before where I knew I was dreaming and understood that in the morning I'd remember everything and would smile and reflect upon these mysteries. But what I was now experiencing seemed so real that I instinctively knew this was much more than a dream.

I continued staring at the people approaching me. It was Pandayji who had called my name and there, next to him, was Mardai. She seemed as young and beautiful as the day we were married many, many years ago. She put her arm around me and said, ?I bet you're surprised. I'm so happy that we can be together again, even though it's only for a short while.?

?It's so good to see you. I've missed you terribly over the years,? I said. ?I do see you from time to time in my dreams, but I don't ever remember seeing you as clearly as now. Infact, this doesn't even seem like a dream.? I thought how quickly one accepts and adapts to events in dreams.

?It's not a dream, my dear John,? she smiled sweetly, ?it's as real as you are. But it won't last very long and it won't happen again like this for quite a number of years. Let's go see the kids.? As she said this, the brightness of the scene dimmed to that of a lovely, pale moonlight, bright enough to see by, but not so bright as to be uncomfortable.

?Kids? What kids?? I asked in surprise.

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