I am a dreamer. I love the bizarre nature of dreams, the symbolism, heightened and revealing emotion, and sudden realizations that can all come from drifting off to sleep. I can recall at the age of 4 waking in a panic from a dream where I was caught in the wind from holding an umbrella. I flew this way and that, swishing through the air high above trees and buildings. I frantically clutched the cold handle on my yellow ducky umbrella wondering how I was ever going to get down. In all its vividness, I was utterly confused when I woke up safe and sound in bed. It’s the first dream I remember and, even in its panic, it started me on wonderful journey! Recently I’ve again found myself