dreams

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 talk dreams!My lack of rest has not, in fact, impacted my dreaming, and maybe it has made it more memorable. In one recent dream I made out with an editor (I will never tell which one; it is not someone here!). In another, an ex-ex-ex-ex-boyfriend confronted me for telling stories about him (I woke up before the matter was resolved). And in yet another, my literary agent presented me with an entire apartment several sizes larger than my own, swept his hands in the air to demonstrate the enormity of his powers, and said, “This is ALL YOURS.” Days later I went to check out my new digs and a real estate agent was holding an open house there, trying to sell the place. I immediately pulled out my iPhone and searched for my agent’s phone number; when I finally found it and called the phone rang and rang and I couldn’t get through. I woke up with that common post-dream feeling of relief and regret — that apartment was not, after all, mine to lose! But it had been a very, very, very nice apartment.