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The Dream Academy is about to launch with its first course, the first of many, and we’re currently checking that everything’s shipshape and ready for our first visitors and students to come on board. Last night, my dream took up the theme. I was on board a brand new ferry, having a look around, supposedly still in harbour, when I felt a slight rocking sensation, and suddenly there we were, underway on the open water.

I had a recurring dream when I was a university student back in the early seventies in Glasgow, Scotland. In my dream, I would arrive at the train station to see my train leaving, or I would miss my train because I was on the wrong platform, or because the stairs to the correct platform formed some kind of endless Möbius strip, or because I was at the wrong station altogether. I never did catch

When I look back over my life so far, I see a path of dreams. I think of my early childhood, and there it is, my dream of snakes nesting at the foot of my bed. I think of being six or seven, and there it is, in full colour and vivid heart-pounding emotion, my dream of being a shepherd boy encountering a pack of wolves gazing down at me from a mountain ridge with