On a four-day trip to Ethiopia,I had a
dream. In my dream, I saw two men, one older and one younger, facing one another
against a background of temples and pyramids. The father was speaking as he
performed the oil ceremony for his son. I became excited in the possibility of
performing a visiting ceremony {{U}}(31) {{/U}} my son in Africa. For
the next six days I privately wondered what {{U}}(32) {{/U}} to use in
such a ceremony. Gradually the words {{U}}(33) {{/U}} me. By the time we
arrived in Cairo, I was ready. I told my son that there was a ceremony I wanted
to {{U}}(34) {{/U}} him in the tombs in Egypt. His eyes shone with
{{U}}(35) {{/U}} . But I wondered if he would still be receptive after
my next statement. In the dream I remembered that the son was oiled, as it
{{U}}(36) {{/U}} , with a dry substance. I took this to mean that powder
{{U}}(37) {{/U}} oil was used. But what powder? I ruled out ground grass
and flowers, and finally settled on sand. Sand represents the Sahara, and sand
also {{U}}(38) {{/U}} the remains of the ancient people of Egypt. That
made philosophical {{U}}(39) {{/U}} to me, but in the real world, young
adults or almost anybody for that matter, {{U}}(40) {{/U}} disinclined
to have sand poured on their hair.