I keep having dreams about spending a weekend in New York.
On Friday night in my dreams, I visit a couple of Orthodox synagogues and have a grand time. I meet people. I’m invited home for Shabbat dinner.
I’m go-go-go all weekend. New York is an exciting town. I love its energy. I feel like if I set up shop here, I could really get something done. Something significant. Something like a book.
I first had this dream about six months ago. I have repetitions on this theme every month or so, including last night.
I think these crazy dreams are stimulated by the melatonin I take every night to sleep.