I dreamed the other night of making bologna sandwiches. You’d think an oracle of my station would have much more interesting dreams. But, sadly, no. Just the sandwich thing, and a leaky roof dream.
But, it occurs to me, maybe these dreams aren’t supposed to mean anything to me personally. Maybe I’m like Nostradamus, and sometime in the next thousand years or so someone else will make a sandwich or have a leaky roof. Then, of course, I’ll get credit for predicting it all.