When I was a kid, I had a book on art for children, that included a print of DaVinci's St. George and the Dragon. I dreamt that that dragon was chasing me all over a hotel lobby.

These days I have nightmares about car trouble, having owned a series of dysfunctional cars. The latest had smoke coming out of my rear tires. I always have to wake up and shake myself and tell myself it didn't happen, after one of those dreams.

Now, years ago, I dreamed my car had stopped on a hillside. The next day, I swear, I was on that hillside, in my stopped car, looking at the map to see which fork in the road I should take.