I dreamt that I was visiting with a people living in a forest of very tall trees under precipitous cliffs. They had a couple of passions, and I was advising them about both. The first was the taste and fragrance of forest fruit. They could find extraordinary fruits without searching for them. It was a matter of belief with them. If your belief was strong enough, you could find whatever you wanted without a thought. The second passion was flying. Once again, it was a matter of belief. They climbed trees or cliffs and jumped off with their hands spread wide. If their belief was strong enough, they glided quite some distance before landing on their feet. Otherwise, they fell. The best fliers among them, who climbed the tallest trees and cliffs, occasionally had the worst accidents. A moment of doubt was enough for a fall. I was advising them about belief, but I do not remember much about my approach. The main problem I was facing was debilitating doubt that crept into the best fliers who had a fall. All I remember about my advice was that finding forest fruit helped build up their belief. Once they managed to find sumptuous fruits of their choice without a thought, they could return to flying again. It took them a while, but belief could be built up again with careful training. The dream kept returning to me throughout the night. The people I was visiting enchanted me. What struck me about my dream when I woke up in the morning was that I, too, had a strong belief in belief. In fact, there was not a trace of doubt about it in my mind.