I had never told anyone the details of my dreams before, and they had frightened me so I scarcely allowed myself to remember them. I wish that I had been more open to him, more sympathetic. Now, living with two beings who so frequently communicate with the "otherworlds" of past and future, I am less frightened by my dreams which still come to me. But I can't really accept those pictures that I see at night as having too much significance, I am a historian- the recorder of verifiable reality, not a mystic. But the images of sandwonus and water haunt me, the images of a lovely woman named Noree and the sparkling crystals of the disintegrating world. Some mornings I awakeo with such strong feelings of foreboding and sadness- what will become of my friend in hts evergrowing body of strangenessr Though Farad 'n was never obsessed with youth, as were his mother and aunt, he was reluctantly persuaded by Ghaaima and Leto to use Bene Gesserit rejuvenation techniques so that he might "keep them company," as Leto put it, as long as possible: I really feel too tired to go on much longer. Ghanima is so dear to me, I hate to leave her-and there will always be "just one more thing'' to write, But I've lived so long and seen so many changes that I'm not sure I can be an accurate historian much longer.