I am, without knowing it, he who has looked on that other dream, my waking state.
—Lois Borges, The Dream
This chapter is based on a dream that I experienced—I should now say “witnessed”—while I was in medical school. It occurred shortly after my mother’s first heart attack and just before her second, which killed her.
Unlike other dreams I had had before, or have had since, this one seemed in some respects to be about the very act of dreaming. What seemed to be different about this dream was its aesthetic beauty, its spirituality, its otherworldliness, the awesomeness of its presentation, and the ...