No Talking on “Happiness”

A Japanese man came to me in a dream last night. He said, “Come. I want to show you a place where dreams of the mind come true.”

In this dream, I walked through tall walls made of finely made vertical strips of silky gold cloth. I walked through walls and laughed.

An entire floor, nicknamed “Happiness,” was a silent retreat. “Remember,” a passerby said to me, finger on lips, “no talking on Happiness.”

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