A young man, while on vacation in Las Vegas, decided to leave the casinos and walked out into the arid night.

He walked to the edge of town and then walked on, leaving the glow of the city behind him and entering the blackness of the desert highway. The road was not made for walking, but there were no cars, so he kept to the center line. It was a clear moon-lit night and he felt as if he could see for miles. He pictured an eye in the moon and saw what the eye saw, namely, himself, pale in the yellow light. He looked to the right and there was a chapel with a billboard along side. Out of the church door burst three brides, each had on veils and wedding dresses which had white bodices, but tuxedo trousers instead of skirts. Their veils flapped around their faces in the desert wind.

The man walked on, down the center line, on and on, the voices of the brides drowned by the silence. He looked to the left and saw another chapel, quiet and dead still. The door was blown open and he entered. He went to the altar and saw that there was no virgin there, and no crucifix either, but only a wonderful arrangement of flowers. He then saw that, on the floor in front of the altar, a yogi sat in deep meditation. He looked closely at the yogi and as the yogi looked up, the man saw his own face. The yogi spoke and said:

"I am the one who meditates you. I have a dream and you are it.
Perhaps when I awaken you will no longer be".