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There is one experience I am uncertain about. I would have called it a vivid dream--except for one detail I will shortly tell you. For five years, from 2008 to 2012, I lived in a one-story house on the northwest side of Salt Lake City. Outside my bedroom window was an apricot tree. In 2010, the tree had a large crop of apricots, and I had picked them up as high as I could get. But many beautiful apricots were left on the highest branches of the tree where I couldn't reach them, even with a stepladder.
I "dreamt" I was slowly descending down through the air toward the apricot tree and my bedroom window. I was in a fetal position, my arms wrapped around my knees. It was the bright light of morning, so I could clearly see the apricots on the high branches. They hung down below me. I descended amongst the branches and could feel them and the leaves touch me, touch my forehead. I thought: "If I can pick one apricot, I will know this really happened." I tried so hard to reach out and pick one apricot, but I could barely move my arms.
I woke in my bed, and thought I had dreamed it all: but my right hand was tightly closed around one leaf from the apricot tree.
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