Reflections on the subject of a recurring dream   You wrote how a native cat left paw prints in the dust beneath your window, of new insights gained about yearnings from years ago, much like when a sudden light upon the land transfigures the trivial into a beautiful thing.   Here at McMahons Point the fragrance of the jacarandas exceeds our expectations, and along the foreshore a flock of white ibis gathers, indifferent to our presence, their black eyes glazed as if they share a vision beyond our understanding.   In a recurring dream you found your cure for doubt,…