For example, the other night I dreamed Boris Karloff was after me, chasing me through a huge outdoor compound. I was trying to find my way out when I looked behind me to find him in mid-leap upon me. I screamed bloody murder, woke myself up and was quite shaken til I realized it was a dream.
I think this is a metaphor on aging. The prospect of turning 58 is ghoulish. My birthday is All Saints Day, the day after Halloween. They are inextricably linked. I'm a Scorpio, through and through, mind you, and you'd think I'd be dreaming about sex...or Robert Redford...or both. But no. Boris Karloff. Jeez.