Dear Dreamers, Now that the days are growing darker at an ever-earlier degree and we’re all heading back to school or adjusting to non-summer Fridays and the impending official end to summer, it’s time to look at dreams just a little bit differently. When I was a kid I read a story about a boy who realized he was dreaming in the middle of the dream, and in so doing, he found himself able to…

Previous installments in this series can be found here. Dear Dreamers, I am writing this from on board the Ethan Allen Express train to Albany. Yes, I will spending a few luxuriant summer days in the Berkshires at a very special dream seminar I just made up in my head. There, I will be drinking lots of wine and gossiping with friends, because wine and dreams and friends go together like peas and carrots and…

Previous installments in this series can be found here. Dear Dreamers, When last we convened, I asked for submissions of “pregnancy dreams” and promised the topic would be fodder for my next column. Just a bit of clarification: When I say pregnancy dreams, I mean dreams about being pregnant, or having a baby, or having a baby lion instead of a baby human (as a friend of mine once dreamed), or thinking you’re pregnant…

Dear Dreamers, Since last we convened, I have been a bit sleepless. I’ve woken up at 5 a.m. for a series of mornings, then tossed and turned restlessly for hours. When I finally am able to get back to sleep, my alarm clock rings, and my eyes can barely open to read Twitter from bed. Is this Mercury in retrograde or simply summer wining and whining? That is a matter for another column. Let’s…

Dear Dreamers, I have a recurring dream. It’s not the one you’ve probably heard mentioned, that stock high school mortification dream where you’re walking through hallways and past rows of lockers, everything peachy-keen except for the part where you're butt-naked and everyone is gaping at you. Despite your condition, in that dream, you keep parading through the hallways, privates unleashed, unable to do anything about it, and in the back of your mind you know…