“I believe in destiny. There must be a reason I am as I am. There must be.”
—Robin Williams (1951-2014)
One night, exactly a month ago, as I rested from an injured ankle, I fell asleep at the end of a movie marathon tribute to Robin Williams. I fell asleep wishing—praying— he was happily joking somewhere. I had a rare and vivid dream that night that filled me with wonder. Something immemorial that came to me and lifted my spirits in the still quiet space between waking and sleeping.
As I slept, I saw a large and gleaming stadium, the concrete of which had multiple glowing patterns. These patterns suited