Bonnie and I were in a large building in a foreign country. She was in trouble. When I learned that some men in this foreign country had been badly mistreating her, I swore to take her away. Together we had arrived at a building where I hoped she might be safe until we could leave. We soon found some stairs inside the building and ascended them all the way to the roof. Once we had stepped out onto the spacious, flat roof, we began walking around. As I surveyed the roof-top, I became distracted for a few moments when I noticed some small, round, multi-colored objects which resembled Kubricks cubes. Curious, I picked up some of the cubes and began examining them more closely.

My attention was soon drawn to another man on the roof. When I began talking with the man, he informed me that the owner of the building was presently on vacation and that someone else was living in the building in the meantime. The man said that since the owner was away, Bonnie could live there in the building for fifteen or sixteen dollars a month. I liked the idea. This would be an excellent place for her to stay.

Now, more relaxed, thinking Bonnie would be safe there, I lay down on my back on the roof. Although some other men had showed up on the roof and seemed to be annoying Bonnie, I did not concern myself with them because they did not appear to be doing her any harm. Finally, Bonnie even began having a friendly conversation with one of the men, an older bald man.

When I suddenly heard the Moslem call to prayer, I realized we were actually in a Moslem country. I immediately decided to heed the call and pray. Since my head was already pointed toward the east (the direction I thought the Moslems faced when praying), I at first thought I would simply pray to God while I remained lying on my back, but then I decided it would be disrespectful to stay on my back. So, instead, I turned over and bowed on my knees toward Mecca in the east, which I thought was in the same direction from where the call to prayer seemed to be coming. A person on my right and another person on my left were also bowing and praying. As I concentrated deeply, I seemed to perceive an almost magnetic force in the distance calling me to pray.

I figured Bonnie did not know what I was doing. As soon as I had finished praying, I jumped up, strode over to her, and pulled her away from an older man next to whom she was now lying. When the fellow glared angrily at me, I ignored him and asked Bonnie, "Do you know what that call was?"

Uncertain, she responded, "No."

I explained that the call had been the summons to prayer, and then added, "You're going to have to start doing that."

I thought Bonnie needed to begin praying—it was dangerous not to follow the custom as long as we were in this country. I thought everyone was supposed to pray and if she did not, trouble might ensue. Praying might also dissuade the other men there from bothering her. Besides that, I thought that praying had value in itself, that prayer was part of my belief system, and that Bonnie should pray because it was beneficial. She responded, "Yes, you're right. I'm going to have to start doing that."

I clattered, "Yes, you're going to have to start doing it five times a day. It'll be five times every day."

She said, "Yes. I'm going to do it."

Although Bonnie happily and exuberantly agreed with what I was saying, she did not seem to know exactly what was going on.