In my dream I lived in a village with cobblestone streets. I could feel a strong communal, happy vibe and there was lots of sunlight. I went for a job, to work for a spiritual teacher I respected. I met with her secretary, and I was full of optimism. Then she asked about my past.

An otherworldly wise old man was in my dream, who taught me about discipline and perfection. He conveyed this through guitar, and I listened to a section he played, in which the steel strings were perfect. The tempo, the pitch, the notes were all precisely balanced. He said, “It’s different – can you hear it?”