Last night I dreamt I was having a conversation with a philosopher about Plotinus. He was in front of me with a large chalkboard and was wearing the jacket of a professor, complete with elbow patches. He looked a bit like Einstein. He was asking me questions about what I knew, and I tried to be vague as I did not want him to know how little I truly understood.
Later, I dreamt of the most beautiful place I had ever seen. In my mind I associated it with the arctic. I was in a boat in a sort of bay with snow-covered jagged peaks all the way around. The waves were enormous and were crashing violently against the incredibly steep sides of the icy mountains all the way around. The water was the most crystal blue water I had ever seen. In the bay there were several small islands that had all had many tunnels that you could see through to the other side. Each island had moss and very exotic-looking Bonzai-type trees growing on it. They were truly breathtaking.
The waves were crashing so hard, that as the boat maneuvered around the bay I was slightly worried that we would crash into one of the islands, but it appeared that the islands somehow broke up the waves, so that once you were on the other side of them the water was calm and you could see down into the bottom, which was covered with small, smooth, river stones.
I leaned over the edge of the boat and put my hand into the water. I wanted to touch the stones but couldn’t reach them. I had expected the water to be shockingly cold, considering we were in the arctic, but it didn’t seem to be that cold at all. No colder than any other mountain lake. I was going to jump in, but was cautioned by someone who seemed to be floating in my periphery my father?- that I should not jump in without a wet suit because I could get hurt (hypothermia). I paused, considering, and then I woke up.