“He said, ‘That night, I had a dream. I was in a mountain home, my own home, way up in the mountain. And I went to the door, and as I opened the door, there you stood. But it was only your face. It was you. It was Neville. But the body was Al. The same tan, which was all of Al’s tan. It was not just as your build, but it was your face, your head. And you had a white dress in your hand you brought for me — that you brought my robe. And I said, “Oh, I intended coming to get it myself. Why did you go to all this trouble?” And you said, in your own voice, “It wasn’t any trouble.” And then you gave me this white robe. And then I went in with the robe, and when I came back, you were gone. But in your place stood the lady, dressed in white. She had a package in her hand. And he said, “Neville asked me to give you this.” And he began to open the package. As you opened the package, there was a solid gold — solid gold flat, very flat, solid gold flat. Twice the size of a silver dollar, but still could be worn with a chain around the neck. On one side, there was decorated some design. Then she turned it over in her hand, and I noticed that it was inscribed. And he said to me, “Neville wanted me to tell you that this name that is written on the back of this flat is not the name by which you are addressed, but this is the name he wants to give you.” I tried to read it, and at that moment, I awoke.’”1104 ¶4