When I awoke the next morning, a cab was already waiting for me. Esme had arranged an early flight and it was she and not The Professor who saw me out to the coach. Supposedly he had taken ill last night, but when I looked back at the house I saw him gazing at me through his bedroom window, reminding me of my dream.
It was not the first time the lion with the mechanical eye had paid me a visit in my sleep. He has been an occasional nocturnal companion of mine since childhood. The first time I dreamed of him he stood in the heavens, and as I looked up he parted the clouds. At the time I believed that he was God. I now believe that my perception was influenced by an active imagination and popular children's books.
Still, the lion always gives advice, and like that naive child I always feel compelled to follow it. I reason that it is my subconscious and not God that directs me, so following the course set by the lion is a...rational thing to do. After all, he has never steered me wrong. At least not until he sent me on that walk through the jungle in Peru.
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