How to Think About Dreams

In the aesthetic dimension of vision and dream, the question in itself is an answer.—J.F. Martel1 All streaks come to an end, at least if good sense prevails. For the first time in two years and 52 episodes, I missed my Midnight Radio filing deadline because I went to Montreal and came home with a Canadian Death Flu. When I woke at dusk after sleeping seventeen hours, my first impulse was to knock out a half-assed episode before midnight. But if writing isn't fun for me, it's even worse for the reader. Especially if it's composed through the fog of a high fever.Several years ago, I made an obnoxious comment to someone I admired about how I'd meditated so-and-so many days in a row. He smiled politely. "Now I want you to skip a day." And so I learned that habits should never become attachments, let alone fetishes. Non-practice is my practice, aimlessness is nirvana, and there are no straight lines in the universe. Only waves.Let it go.But I'm pretty sure I know who got me sick. In…