Last night, I dreamt I was reading a book that had been written by a friend of mine. The dedication page read, “To Lisa. I hope you’ve made peace.”
Last night, I dreamed that I was sitting in my bedroom and that I was looking through a thick hard-cover back about the history of online film reviewing. I found my name in the index and and flipped to every mention of me in the text. Once I had read all there was to read about me, I dropped the book on my nightstand, got in bed, and went to sleep.