But the last line was blinking on and off to remind her that the entry was incomplete. Oh yeah, she thought. I d better finish this while the material s still fresh. Nita sat back and eyed the page, munching on her sandwich. Since she d first become a wizard, she tended to dream things that later turned out to be useful not strictly predictions of the future, but scenes from her life, or sometimes other people s lives, fragments of future history. The saying went that those who forgot history were doomed to repeat it; and since Nita hated repeating herself, she d started looking for ways to make better use of the information from her dreams, rather than just be suddenly reminded of them when the events actually happened. Her local Advisory Wizard had given her some hints on how to use lucid dreaming to her advantage, and had finally suggested that Nita keep a log of her dreams to refer to later. Nita had started doing this and had discovered that the dreams were getting easier to remember. Now she glanced down at the page and had a look at this morning s notes. Reading them brought the images and impressions up fresh in her mind again. Last night s dream had started with the sound of laughter, with kind of an edge to it. At first Nita had thought that the source of the laughter was her old adversary, the Lone Power, but the voice had been different. There was an edge of malice to this laughter, all right, but it was far less menacing than the Lone One had ever sounded in Nita s dealings with it, and far more ambivalent. And the voice was a woman s. Then a man s voice, very clear: I ve been waiting for you for a long time, he says. His voice is friendly. The timbre of the voice is young, but there s something behind it that sounds really old somehow. Nita closed her eyes, tried to remember something more about that moment than the voice. Light! There was a sense of radiance all around, and a big, vague murmuring at the edge of things, as if some kind of crowd scene was going on just out of Nita s range of vision.