Scattered moments of waking pervade dreams, are felt and immediately folded back into the text of the dream, and in the same way bright specks of a higher awakening are sown all through waking life, folded back into its narratives and situations but not without lending something paradoxical to its texture, an unwonted certainty for example mistaken for intuition, and in such a way that, heterogenous as they are, waking life would lack all conviction without them.