While organizing my old notes, I came across a recollection of an old dream. I considered deleting, but somehow I couldn’t part with it. Here’s my dream synapse from January 26, 2016:
Wow. I had one of the oddest nightmares I’ve ever had last night. I was trying to speak to my mom, but she couldn’t hear me, so I started to scream to get her attention. No sound was coming out, so she just stood at the bottom of our stairs, unaware. I soon realized the reason she couldn’t hear me was that I had metamorphosed into a book. I remember thinking in horror: I’m a book now. Then I woke up.