I went to bed that evening asking that God kill me. I told Him as I've told you that I regard living as being stuck in a bus station. I said that I was tired and that I want to go home.
In this dream I somehow knew that the man was my guide. He and I walked around town, though for some reason he was forbidden to speak to me. He would never speak to me. I only wanted to know if there was a light at the end of the tunnel, some reason to keep going.
I finally managed to trap him and wrangle something out of him. He started with "mm hm"-- which is lawyer talk that doesn't adequately convict him of speaking to me-- but I eventually succeeded in getting a few complete sentences from him.
He said, "We've been together for twenty-three thousand years, haven't we? Just a little longer."
But what's a "little longer?" A month? Or another thousand years?