“THE RIVER OF Souls?” Will asked, entranced by the shimmering flow rushing past them.
“It connects the waking world to Dream,” Yeshe replied. “The spirit of every Dreamer—via their silver cord—travels the River each night. They emerge at some point…” He indicated the other silver roads leaving the flowing water upstream and downstream. “…and enter Dream. At that moment, their dreams begin.”
“No one ever dreams of being on the River?” Case asked. “It’s seems…familiar.”
on“It lies buried deep in the subconscious of every human being. A racial memory, if you will. Thus, our dream spirits find it each night. But never has a dreamer awoken with memory of it.” Yeshe smiled. “Until now.”
“We’ll remember it?” Will said.
“Yes, and how to find it,” Yeshe said, his face beaming with joy. “I had
