It’s best not to go into details, but this morning’s dream was about spies, mountain passes, and shape shifting. At one point, I was both a young virgin and the older man who was fighting his desire for her (me).

To save myself, I had to play the accordion, which I was sure was one of my talents. I could not make it work, perhaps because I was holding it with the keys top and bottom rather than side to side. I could not right it, either.

In the middle of all this, I had a moment that was both intensely sexual and intensely terrifying, and although I was panting and struggling to breathe I could not wake up.