Two dreams : an old friend tells me I "need to become Catholic as I will find less sin". (Am taking this to mean catholic not in the sense of the religion)

And another: UG Krishnamurti is dying, on a cot bed in a small cubicle in what appears to be a hospital. I fetch 2 silver gossamer ribbons to tie his hands & feet after he has vacated the body. A young woman hands them to me, & asks how I plan to do it. I reply that I don't know yet, as I have never done it before. Then I peep through the slightly open door to his room, but can see his legs vibrating beneath the sheet that covers him, so I tell some man standing at the door to an adjacent cubicle, that he has not yet finished dying. . . .