October 01, 2001
Deep thoughts or a hug?
I've been having a lot of dreams about work lately. None of them have been very interesting.
I will just say this--it is rather frightening to wake up in the middle of the night to hear knocking on your neighbor's door, then realize that Orson Welles' "War of the Worlds" is playing. I had odd dreams when I went back to sleep. I nodded off trying to tie "War of the Worlds" to media coverage on Sept. 11.
Instead of making any brilliant discoveries, I think I dreamt I hugged Orson.
It sounds like me.
I would like to remember my dreams again.