Dimitri wakes from a dream in which he was speaking to a woman who died a few years ago. The woman was telling him about what goes on between death and rebirth. Dimitri can’t remember anything the woman said except the destiny of our intentions.
He repeats the destiny of our intentions to himself a few times lest he forget, then falls asleep and drifts into a dream in which a young man is speaking about the destiny of our intentions. Dimitri wonders if the young man is talking about karma, the idea that our actions and thoughts shape our future. The young man doesn’t reply to Dimitri’s wondering, but Dimitri senses the young man is not speaking about our behavior in this life determining what we become in our next life. Dimitri senses the young man is speaking about the time after we die and before we are reborn, when each of us decides what we will try to become in our next life.
Picking apples in the orchard with his wife Olga, Dimitri tells Olga his dreams about the destiny of our intentions.
She frowns. “Since when do you believe in reincarnation?”
“I neither believe nor disbelieve,” he replies. “This is what I dreamed.”
“So,” she says, smiling. “If you could be reborn, what would you like to be?”
Dimitri thinks for a moment and says, “I would like to be a maker of balsa wood gliders. What would you like to be?”
“I would like to grow flowers,” says Olga, imagining a sea of blooms, “and make bouquets for weddings.”