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.”