Skylar just told me that she had a strange dream last night. "I was in a desert landscape. Except it was like outer space so there wasn't air. I needed to get out. There were double doors, but I thought I wasn't allowed to open them. Eventually I opened them anyway. Once I was outside I could breathe normally. The dream made me very thirsty." I asked her whether she woke up wanting a glass of water. "No, I had a drink in the dream after I walked through those doors." Needless to say, I'm finding it hard not to read this narrative for my own allegorical ends. If nothing else, that impulse serves to distract me from wondering why a seven-year-old is having such an existential nightlife.