I dug out a dusty notebook from the bottom drawer of my nightstand—last used to jot down WiFi passwords. The ink had dried up; I shook it for ages, splattering black dots all over the wall like abstract art. But I gritted my teeth and wrote: October 3rd: Dreamed I was walking through a field. Pumpkins rolled everywhere. Stepping on them barefoot felt surprisingly soft. October ... https://interpreteddreams.com