But Shendron shook awake with a fright! He realized that he had just had a nightmare. It was just a bad dream, a very odd, bad dream. The Wadi of the Temple of Rain stood up and walked over to the window to survey the scene below him, the gardens of the temple were well kept and beautiful, even on this moonless night. He breathed in and his muscled chest moved out and he strained to get every bit of fresh air in that his lungs would allow. His thoughts held him and he didn't hear Candri coming up behind him. She stretched out her hand and put it on his shoulder very gently. He didn't start, but enjoyed the warmth of her hand on his cold, sweaty skin.

He couldn't understand why his mind played these tricks on him during sleep. Any Wadi would be emarrassed beyond compare at thaving such nonsensical dreams. He was trying to track down the cause in his own mind. He focused on the waves and patterns of his brain. He followed the path of the dream through the folds and turns of his thoughts. But as he got closer to the source, his mind reeled back, thrown away from the cause of his mind's ailment, and he did not know how to react. Every time for the last seven weeks when he had tried through meditations to get closer to the affliction, he was repelled out of his own mind.

He had to think, but Candri woke him from his thoughts with a butterfly-light kiss on his shoulder...