The most significant dreams came to me shortly after my friend Pete died. He was actually murdered. One night I entered into a dream and Pete was there. He said, "I want to take you to this place where I live." I thought, Well, that’s interesting. When we arrived, I saw it was a wonderful idyllic setting with a lot of creatures flying around: elephants, camels, people. I said, "I’d like to try flying myself." And he said, "Sure, but since you’re not dead, you have to go over to that booth there and rent some wings. They’re only a quarter." I said, "Great," and I went and rented the wings.
I took off, and I was flying around with all the other people, having a wonderful time. All of a sudden, I realized, "This is ridiculous. How can I fly with these twenty-five-cent wings?" Immediately I started to fall. I was terrified I was going to die. Then I thought, Wait a minute, I was just flying a minute ago, and I started flying again. I went back and forth with this — falling and flying, falling and flying — until it finally dawned on me what this was about. I said to myself: It is not these wings that enable you to fly, it’s your own confidence.
– – – Amy Tan in WRITERS DREAMING: Twenty-six Writers Talk About Their Dreams
and the Creative Process