I dreamed my mind responded to an exceptional sense of guilt (a mistaken feeling that I was responsible for the accidental deaths of a dozen people, deaths actually caused by a fighter pilot) by hallucinating like crazy.

I’ll describe just one moment of the dream that impressed me. Shock was starting to give way to the feeling of guilt. I was at brunch, wondering if I’d be named as the responsible party. I raised my glass of orange juice to my mouth, momentarily obscuring my view of the diner. When I lowered my glass from my mouth, everything before me had changed.