Once upon a time, about twelve years ago, I bought new and rather edgy eyewear, quite different from the more-or-less transparent frames I had been wearing. I stepped out, expecting comments from people who knew me well. “I love your jacket!” several people said, while others asked if I’d changed my hairstyle, and almost everyone
I have just emailed Issue 200 of our monthly Dream Sight News out to our subscribers, and shared the article I wrote for our first issue, back on 11.11.1998. The story is old, but still true. I guess it’s the story behind my dream sight, my in-sight. I called the article I-Sight, and thought I’d
“I’m quadriplegic,” said the caller to a dream segment I was hosting on radio many years ago, “but in my dreams I can run and dance, and I’m devastated when I wake up and remember that I can’t.” Before his accident, he had enjoyed running and dancing, and he could draw on his sensual and
