So yeah, I had a dream where both my parents died, and I was upset because I knew they were disappointed in me and I’d never be able to show them what I might accomplish. Then I woke up and reassured myself it was only a dream. Except, of course, that it wasn’t. It was only 50% fiction. And that was a rotten feeling, almost like dreaming there’s a foot-long spider on your face and waking to find a 6-inch spider on your face. Not terribly comforting.