I had a dream—or maybe it was just a daydream. It’s hard to decipher what constitutes sleep these days.
I had a dream that every single moment of my life was a separate file delivered to my inbox. I had unlimited storage, my computer was working at warp speed (and miraculously, with none of those pesky, ubiquitous virus warning pop-ups) and I had the ability to read through them like Evelyn Wood on steroids.
A passing thought: If Martin Luther King were an insomniac like me, would he have famously said, “I had a daydream.” (?)