I do not normally dream about famous writers and judges. So I consider it a premonition that I dreamt about Mahfouz just two weeks ago. It was only after I sent the dream to my friend Raymond that I learned that Naguib Bey was in intensive care and might soon die.
Last night I stumbled into the lavatory at Grosvenor House, a hotel in Dubai. There was a flat-screen TV on the wall, turned down way low, tuned to CNN. I looked up and saw the words "Nobel" and "age 94" and pretty much knew immediately Mahfouz had died. I was certain when I saw pictures of the old man, and I was super certain when I saw the talking head being interviewed was none other than my friend Raymond.