In the wee hours this morning I saw Anne Frank in a dream. She was an old woman, but she still had a freshness in her voice, a childlike quality to her demeanor. She said to me very clearly, just as I was waking, "If I had survived the Holocaust, I'd be the same age as your mother today. Remember to tell everyone this isn't something that happened in ancient times. People are still here who were there."

It's almost true. Actually she would be three years older than my mother, but in my dream, the year of the diary was 1947... three years later than the actual events ... and the war was still going on.

It makes me think that the dream came from an alternate reality where history was a little different. Maybe, in that reality, she did survive, and was speaking to me across an intercosmic chasm.