I dreamed I lived inside the shell of the World Turtle, you know, that Cheyenne creation story – the turtle that swims with Earth on its back. I was living inside his shell, like a studio apartment, and everything else was above me. I could hear the people on the planet having a grand time, but, I would occasionally poke the roof with a broom and tell those damned kids to knock it off.

If dreams symbolize anything, then, I don’t know what the ****. I’m not as curmudgeonly as my dream-self is.