I was in the cargo area of a big jet with Dr. Doofenshmirtz and Russell holding a blue tarp and about to do something heroic – I’m not sure what – when my son’s voice rattled me back to consciousness, out of bed and to his bedroom. He tapped the empty space beside him and I, given I was sleepwalking anyway, fell into place. My mind began to search for the portal to reenter my dream so I could find out if I succeeded in that heroic act, whatever it was. But re-entering dreams is never really possible. It was …read more