About five months ago, I had a dream so clear and precise that even now I can close my eyes and see the scene unfold before me in intricate detail.
It opened with me alone, clutching tightly a blue and white pottery shard I had found in my trip to Greece last year. It may be rather ancient. All of the sudden, my friend Lori appears next to me. We went to graduate school together, studying international relations at The Fletcher School. Lori went on to become a health economist, working globally as a consultant.
In my dream, she was with a few other public policy types: I didn’t recognize any others. Then the scene shifted suddenly, and they arrested someone who looked Middle Eastern or Asian. And they thanked me for helping them with the pottery shard, that went five levels deep. They had never been able to go…
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