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One of those dreams in which I meet with Dr. G. We are at a cafeteria. We are finishing up our meal. He suggests that what I have been doing to my life is kind of neat. I am skeptical about his sincerity, but I answer straightforwardly, "It has its advantages. ... And it has its disadvantages. I am getting very old, and I have no security." I get up to put away my dishes. Picking up a fallen napkin, he says, "You are still putting down all your thoughts on paper, aren't you?" as if this must be like money in the bank. I am now sure that he is just mocking me, and I just ignore him in disgust and walk away.
