I had a dream so vivid that when I was dreaming I thought it was a memory. It was a white bedroom in New England, with the windows open, white curtains billowing, a gentle breeze, a white bed, white pillows. My friend Deborah Geithner was speaking to me. She was saying, "You're here at last, you really need a month to alleviate your stress."

When I woke up I thought it was a memory, not a dream, but I've never been to a room like that in New England, not exactly. And Deborah passed away. This is at least the second time she's appeared to me in a dream since she has gone.