Anecdote #2:  When I was 10, a dark stranger, without saying a word, grabbed my arm and rushed me down a flight of nondescript back stairs. So quickly we flew down them, I tripped more than once.  We came all the way down to a dark cinder blocked basement and I was terrified. The strange man, still holding tightly to my arm, brought me to a door with a giant gold star on it. He knocked three times hard on the door, let go of my arm and quickly dashed away!  A few seconds later, as I was trying to figure out where to run, Mikail Baryshnikov opened the door! This was not a dream, though I had dreamt it already 100 times. This was a dream come true.