In this dream a young man of Asian descent takes careful notes as I detail symptoms of a health concern, a medical mystery of some kind, a puzzle. I’ve come to him for help in solving it. He is solemn, but deeply kind, attentive. He reminds me of many of the young men I worked with as a student advisor at the college. There seems to be some kind of understanding between us that I once helped him. Now he will help me.
As we conclude our discussion he turns to leave, but then turns back to me with one last question:
“Tell me, do you daydream often?”
Do I daydream often? A smile spreads across my face. He may as well have asked if I breathe often.
“Yes,” I say quietly, “I daydream all the time.”
“Ah!” He brightens. He likes this answer, writes it down on his clipboard of notes. He disappears down the hallway, leaving me to wonder—
Have I given him the most important symptom of my malady, the key that will unlock the mystery?
Or have I simply spoken the cure?