In a recent dream Zelda was in the company of an artist she admired. A big-shot she never knew in non-dream life, yet in the dream it was awesome and natural that they were hanging out. She attended their concert and afterwards was part of a small entourage post concert hang. So amusing to wake up and realize they were not actually friends or ever introduced and yet she pondered how extraordinary it is that dreams feel absolutely like real life experience. She truly felt she got something out of hanging out with that rock star even though she never did. This reminded her of something, oh right, believing one exists.