A broomstick and a dream: 4 takeaways from Celtics/Pacers

Six days ago, I had a dream.

I have lots of them. Some are about missing a class for an entire semester, others about forgetting to turn off the stove before I left for a week-long vacation. Sometimes, I talk to people I haven’t thought about in years in my dreams and catch up on things that didn’t really happen. Other times I’m just eating a can of Pringles.

But every once in a while, one of my dreams persists after I wake up. It shoots a hole through the barrier between my unconscious and conscious mind, demanding that I reckon with what it showed me while also living my awake life. One time, it was a spec script for a horror movie that I just had to write down, and another time I dreamt…