Long distance communication doesn’t always use the Trans-Atlantic cable.
I often dream at night. Vivid technicolor visions with sounds and lght. Sometimes good, sometimes scary. Sometimes just bizarre. Last night’s dream featured my friend, Mike, who is getting married soon. I dreamed that were were standing in my kitchen here in Tokyo, talking about the wedding.
When the sun shone in my window and I woke up, I brewed some coffee and downloaded my e-mail. Voila, a long missive from Mike, talking about the wedding. Same topics covered in dream and mail.
This isn’t the first time this has happened. Perhaps my brain is polling my inbox through the night and getting topics for dreams out of the things people write to me.
Jung would love this.
