ABSTRACT
I had a dream in which I suddenly realized that I had not yet submitted my chapter for this volume. Everywhere I turned in my home was some distraction: Movies were playing in every room; people were drinking wine and enjoying themselves. I found myself in a broom closet with a tiny pen and an enormous piece of paper. I wrote a little and realized that there was nothing on the page. The closet seemed to be shrinking with my frustrations. My elbows were squeezed in next to each other and my knees pressed up against the wall. How would I escape to turn this chapter in on time?
