I dreamed I was late for class and couldn't find the room.

Later that night, I dreamed of having tea with Lewis Thomas again.  He said the most lovely things: "Sometimes you get a glimpse of a semicolon coming, a few lines farther on, and it is like climbing a steep path through woods and seeing a wooden bench just at a bend in the road ahead, a place where you can expect to sit for a moment, catching your breath."