It makes me think of dreams, and wonder about their substance. What are they made of? Our thoughts? Our worries and stresses? Our insecurities and fears? Our deepest convictions and obsessions? Was Lincoln being warned in some way? Or were his suppressed worries merely coming to the surface in his subconscious? It would be fascinating to know.
I wonder about the events and people in our dreams. It's like our minds are at work "creating," much like writers do when they think of characters and settings. I always marvel when I wake from a dream where I saw people that were not familiar to me. Did I invent them subconsciously? Is that even possible? If you can invent people and places in your dreams, imagine what you can do when you're awake. Maybe if we use our creativity during the day, we will have little ability to do it at night in our sleep. Just a thought.
What do you think DREAMS are made of?