"I have always thought that dreams were both the love letters and the hate mail of the subconscious. It’s just a form of discipline to remember your dreams." Psychiatrist Lowenstein in The Prince of Tides by Pat Conroy (164). Dreams have always been important to me–not sure about the hate mail–I seldom have nightmares which, I guess, might be the hate mail of the subconscious. Dreams seem to give a peek into the inner workings of my psyche and supplement the visual forms which appear on my canvas. Years ago dreams and unusual turns of fate led me to Avignon which I had already found in a dream. The lilting refrain Sur le pont d’Avignon appeared in a dream and then a series of serendipitous events in Europe led me physically to Avignon. As if from nowhere but from the psyche, the Palais des Papes suddenly assumed a special fascination for me before I even visited it. I am not Catholic and knew very little about the Palais--I was drawn to it as metal shavings to a magnet. No choice, but to go. And now I find myself painting images of figures under medieval arches. Who can explain it? All I can say is that these dreams leading me to Avignon, France were "the love letters of the subconscious."