Not long ago I had an unusual dream. In the dream I saw myself as if from another’s perspective. I was standing in a field, alone. The sun was shining. The sky was blue. As I stood still there in the field, I had a premonition. I was awaiting something of great importance. The meaning of life was about to be communicated to me. When the answer finally came, I was stuck by its simplicity. The meaning of all life, of our existence, was so simple I couldn’t believe that I hadn’t thought of it before. I woke, still in a groggy and somewhat semi-conscious state, and repeated the answer in my mind. “I won’t forget this,” I thought. “It’s far too important.” Elated by the extraordinary gift I’d been given, I began repeating the answer quietly to myself until I finally drifted back to sleep. When I woke the next morning I immediately remembered having had the dream. The image of myself standing in the field was still vivid in my mind. I remembered the bright sunlight and the blue sky and the feeling I had at being given the answer to humanity’s most perplexing question. “What is the meaning of life?” The part of the dream I could not recall was the answer.