One very cold afternoon in Indiana about 5 years ago, I had a dream during a nap. I wrote down the details that same afternoon—it was Tuesday, January 26, 2016:
I was in the upstairs of my house (my actual house is a one-story), at one end for some reason I can’t recall now. I can recall very clearly standing in a well-lit area, near a window, with a cup of coffee. I was looking at the open area I was in, where the main hallway ended, and it occurred to me that this part of the house was a place ...