The Book of Recurrent Dreams, 1791

by Bec Fary

“What is being awake if not interpreting our dreams, or dreaming if not interpreting our wake? Circle of circles!”

“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 an 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.”

Jonathan Safran Foer, from ‘Everything is Illuminated’