Last night I dreamt a few things. I dreamt I read “Arcades” and I dreamt of a notebook with another notebook in it and the thing was called “Foresight.” I dreamt of an up-scrolling blog (because aren’t these anecdotes running the wrong way) and then that got one-upped. I dreamt I was in love, and dreamt that was enough. I dreamt I got over not writing and I dreamt of other things. Did you dream last night, or did you sleep like a lamb and spend the day making, instead?