I dreamt that I was lying in bed and staring at an electric post through the window. In my dream, I was wide awake. Out of the blue, the post fell to one side without a sound. “This is not a dream!” it went through my mind in panic before I woke up. But it was a dream, after all. I could not remember any such electric post anyplace close to my house. But the words I remembered well. They went through my head when I fell in the Alps many years ago (”This is Not a Dream!” July 25, 2001). I got up, went to my study, and found the piece with that memorable title without any effort. “Not a dream,” I mumbled to myself as I shuffled to the bathroom.