I had a memorable dream when I was nine. I dreamt that I was living in California. I was walking down a wide street, lined with palm trees and Spanish-style houses. I remember marveling at the sunshine and how beautiful the birds-of-paradise were.
Then I woke from the dream. I walked to school down a narrow, tree-less Philly street with rowhomes on either side. The sky was cloudy.
Forty years later, I walked down the same street that I had in my dream. Only the sun was much hotter and there was a cool ocean breeze.
Then I woke from the dream. I walked to school down a narrow, tree-less Philly street with rowhomes on either side. The sky was cloudy.
Forty years later, I walked down the same street that I had in my dream. Only the sun was much hotter and there was a cool ocean breeze.
