Question: A number of years ago I dreamed I was swimming with the great writer Joan Didion and she swam directly over to me and said, “I have something for you in my hands underwater. Take them”–I then woke up, whatever she had been holding an eternal mystery. So I have two questions. a) What dd Joan Didion have in her hands? b) Why is it that we have some dreams that feel so much more real than anything, even the most beautiful or traumatic events in real life? I don’t know what to make of this.
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