ABSTRACT
Before me is the tree-lined shore of a mountain lake. The trees seem to move slightly as I am carried by the cool blue waters surrounding me. A brisk wind chills my head. Suddenly, I hear a car passing. I open my eyes and realize that I have been dreaming. I have nodded off while reading. What is actually before me is the front lawn, the road, and, beyond that, a grassy green field. It has a line of trees at its far edge and is punctuated by a spruce on its left side and a maple on its right. Birds are singing. A warm breeze brings the smell of roses from a nearby trellis. I sit up, adjust the book in front of me, and reach for a tall glass of iced tea, still cold to the touch and flavored by fresh mint. I am alert now, the air is clear, the scene is quiet. My perceptions are quite distinct.
