Now he said, “Certain things in my life I’m not completely satisfied, not satisfied, I don’t quite understand them.” Now he said, “I had a…this past Sunday really…I am in the yard with my wife and my younger son, and we are planting summer flowers to replace the dead ones of the winter. Suddenly I look at my wife, I look at my son, and I am seeing and hearing in detail, word for word, scene for scene, what I had for a night dream back in the deep of winter. I remember what I had when I woke that morning, but I said to myself, in winter would I be planting these flowers? So I dropped it. But now here it comes into being in an actual way. So I don’t quite understand the relationship between a night dream which I did not control, and something happening six months later when these summer flowers would have to be planted.”456 ¶8