I dreamt that I was reading a book about writing written by a famous literary critic. It was aimed at writers, too. The argument of the book was straightforward. According to the critic, writers often aim their books at literary critics in the hope that they will help them find readers. The trick is to aim books directly at readers, though. Books should be written only with readers in mind, and literary critics will appreciate such an attitude in turn. I remember being quite fascinated by the argument. Until I woke up, that is. To begin with, I am not a writer. I do not wish to become one, either. Concerning the literary critic’s argument, I am writing neither for critics nor readers. I am writing for myself and a few readers very like me. Imaginary or not, only such readers are of any interest to me. In short, why would I be so fascinated with a book about writing? Lying in bed, I got all worked up. I even became suspicious of myself. Does my dream suggest that I actually think of myself as a writer? Put differently, does it suggest that I am actually eager to find readers? In short, am I a closet writer?