Considering again my recent dream in which the meaning of life was communicated to me, I’m beginning to think that my memory of waking up and repeating the answer quietly to myself over and over was actually an extension of the dream, or a dream within a dream. I suppose that does not change the fact that the answer had, in fact, been presented to me. As I lie there in the dark, whispering it to myself, the answer was in my possession. Whether I was awake at this point or still dreaming, all I had to do is remember it.

Maybe one day it will come back to me.