Who are you, and why do you seek me?
—THE WIZARD OF OZ (Figure 8.1 )
The Neuron Principle of Passion: Without passion and purpose, you are a ship without a rudder.
Do our dreams speak to us? If so, are they evil sirens bent on luring us toward the rocks of doom? Or benevolent oracles offering a portent of our future? Maybe they're only random brain impulses devoid of any prognostication or meaning at all. Then again, perhaps they are the trumpets of our soul, alerting us to a change in the melody that guides our hearts.
Several years ago, on a fateful Saturday in June, the images that filled my head when sleep finally came were not the surreal or disconnected wanderings found in a typical dreamscape. They seemed as vivid and tangible as real life. I can remember each second of my nightmare in horrifying detail. Every time I recall this story, I shudder with fear, and my throat tightens.
In my dream, a bitter wind woke me from a deep sleep. I opened my eyes to the glint of the morning sun as it brushed away the night. Glimmers of violet rested atop distant hills and revealed the gray rectangles of scattered houses on the horizon. I sat up, tugged at the collar of my Navy pea coat, and tried in vain to cover my neck.
Dogs barked and roosters ...