As a child I drew maps of the roads and fields and forests surrounding my home. I meticulously researched every gully, every rock, every creek that wound through the trees. I tried my best to present it all perfectly to scale.
I had dreams that I discovered new roads that I didn’t even know existed. In the middle of the country, where I lived, there weren’t that many roads, and only one that led to my house. I would surely have noticed these hidden ones. Sometimes the dreamed short cuts were preposterous, such as one road that I had never noticed, that just so happened to lead straight to Dallas. Normally a trip of some two hours, this hidden road could get you there in 3 minutes.
To this day, I still have dreams of finding short cuts. No matter where I live. I get so excited at the discovery, calling myself a dope for not having found it before. I am so disappointed when I wake up.
