What a strange place is the dream world, though not stranger than this one that gives birth to it. This morning I was dreaming I had a pearl necklace and donald Trump demanded to know whence came the pearls. I said they were taken from another necklace to make this one. He wouldn't believe it, said no way, that can't be done. Then we were trying to talk over each other, him saying it's impossible, me saying I saw them do it. Had the phone not rung, I never would have remembered this episode. And because the phone rang in this world, it remains unresolved in that one.