Today I had a dream in which a woman of importance came into a ceremonial room and met some other people who craved her favor, and then sacred images were called up by these people and manifested upon a screen, those images containing signs and portents of the future, which were called "deliverables." The woman brought into the room a priest of the Newer Gods (through whose agency the signs and portents had been conjured), and he spoke to the assembled out of his wisdom, which was not insubstantial, and yet also with deep humility as the ways of the Newer Gods are chaotic and deep, like a turbulent current at the center of the river which may bear one swiftly downstream and yet may pull one under with violence.

After the priest had departed there was a sense of consensus among those gathered, that the signs and portents would be fulfilled. Yet still questions were raised about the dedication that ought to be afforded to the Newer Gods in this particular instance. There was concern that the wrong deities would be invoked, or that improper and futile sacrifices would be performed, and the mention of these somewhat blasphemous possibilities cast a pall over the room; and so before the situation could become dispiriting it was agreed that other priests and wise men should be consulted, and be given the keys to the sacred scrolls, so that the proper rites might be observed.

Then everyone exchanged business cards.