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Book One: Dune
WarinessveiledhiseyeswhenheglancedattheReverendMother,butthistimehenoddedtoher,thenodonegivesanequal.Heheardhismotherclosethedoorbehindhim.
“Youngman,”theoldwomansaid,“let’sreturntothisdreambusiness.”
“Whatdoyouwant?”
“Doyoudreameverynight?”
“Notdreamsworthremembering.Icanremembereverydream,butsomeareworthrememberingandsomearen’t.”
“Howdoyouknowthedifference?”
“Ijustknowit.”
TheoldwomanglancedatJessica,backtoPaul.“Whatdidyoudreamlastnight?Wasitworthremembering?”
“Yes.”Paulclosedhiseyes.“Idreamedacavern...andwater...andagirlthere—veryskinnywithbigeyes.Hereyesareallblue,nowhitesinthem.Italktoherandtellheraboutyou,aboutseeingtheReverendMotheronCaladan.”
Paulopenedhiseyes.
“Andthethingyoutellthisstrangegirlaboutseeingme,didithappentoday?”
Paulthoughtaboutthis,then:“Yes.Itellthegirlyoucameandputastampofstrangenessonme.”
“Stampofstrangeness,”theoldwomanbreathed,andagainsheshotaglanceatJessica,returnedherattentiontoPaul.“Tellmetrulynow,Paul,doyouoftenhavedreamsofthingsthathappenafterwardexactlyasyoudreamedthem?”
“Yes.AndI’vedreamedaboutthatgirlbefore.”
“Oh?Youknowher?”
“Iwillknowher.”
“Tellmeabouther.”
Again,Paulclosedhiseyes.“We’reinalittleplaceinsomerockswhereit’ssheltered.It’salmostnight,butit’shotandIcanseepatchesofsandoutofanopeningintherocks.We’re...
