In this dream I was taught everything there is to know about the concept of Wabi Sabi. I never heard of it before but it was like it was beamed directly into my head. Like I was in a lecture hall where I was both student and teacher, or there was a radio in my head. When I woke up I knew the term, it's history, and the philosophy behind it. Beauty in imperfection.

I don't spend a lot of time here but I thought you might find this interesting.