One night, David had a dream that was nothing more than a book title:

The Cosmological Imperative

Upon awakening, he was not sure if his dream had included a visual image of a book bearing that title, or if the title had existed by itself, floating in space, as it were. Was he supposed to have written it? He didn’t know. He called the public library and a large bookstore. There was no such book.

Another night, he dreamed he was an actor on a stage. This in itself was not remarkable, for he had done some acting, in a small way, years before. In the dream, he was performing in a play by Shakespeare. At one point, he uttered this speech:

Man, proud man,
Dressed in a little brief authority.
Struts and frets his hour upon the stage.
And then is heard no more.