The Weirdest Dream

Regardless of how weird your dreams are, Michael Chabon doesn’t want to hear about them.

Pretty much the only thing I hate more than my own dreams are yours. “I was flying over Lake Michigan in a pink Cessna,” you begin, “only it wasn’t really Lake Michigan…,” and I sink, cobwebbed, beneath a drifting dust of boredom.

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