I don’t think I can properly describe last night’s dream, but it involved a bin of semen, grain, and tools (none of them separately contained), an elevator that you had to tell a story to for it to move and no guarantees where you would end up (I exited in a building across the street), sitting in open windows of skyscrapers with my legs hanging out of childhood homes, a home invasion disguised as a well-being check which I put a stop to, and a Jimi Hendrix concert (but Jimi was James Brown wearing a fabulous green V back shirt and no one seemed to notice.)