I dreamt that I was at a small conference that I helped organize. I had a bunch of pages with my writings on them, which I was to distribute to all the participants just before the final session. I do not remember anything about those pages, but I remember that there was an image that accompanied the whole dream. However, I am not aware of any actual connection between the conference and the image, which covered the entire field of my vision. It was a thin but sturdy cord that looked like an unbroken thread. Its loose loops fell in three distinct parts. To the left, there was a lot of thread and it was pretty coiled, but all the loops were laid flat. There were no tangles or knots in it. A stretch of thread went from it to a tiny coil in the middle, and another stretch connected that coil to the third part to the right. That part was considerably smaller than the first, and its loops were more orderly. They were laid out like regular braids. The thread was orange in color while the rest of it was pitch black. This image kept returning to me throughout my dream. I remember that the orange part of the coil gave me a lot of joy and comfort. When I woke up, it was morning already. The coil was my path through life, I realized at once. To the left was my past. I was at the tiny coil in the middle. To the right was my future. The color was that associated with Buddhism, I figured out without much ado. Enlightenment was within reach. Although I was uncomfortable with my straightforward interpretation of the dream, I could not shake it out of my mind. Neither could I shake out the coil.