I used to dream (quite often) about a wolf wearing a three-piece suit. What was really scary was that my brother had the same dream. Now that my brother and I live thousands of miles away from each other, the dream has stopped.

My newest re-curring dream is about a place built of large granite blocks. Its a street front with little shops. I go through a door on the street, up the stairs to the place where I live. My home looks humble from the street but once inside, it opens into a vast space with many rooms and elegant furnishings.