Before I came out tonight, this University student from U.C.L.A. . . he sits with my wife while I come to the lectures because we need someone to answer the phone and to be present, and before my friend arrived to bring me here, we got to talking about these things . . these matters. He is from Cairo; he’s an Egyptian. And he said to me, “You know, my father had this dream. He dreamt that a friend of his was walking down the street with him, and as they were walking down the street, the friend fell, and there he died. He was dead, and many of the people came around and they began to cry and to weep. They were all looking at him, and they were weeping. A week later he dropped dead; and the identical thing my father saw . . he actually saw him saying to my father, ‘What are they crying about?’”660 ¶30