EXCERPT Aria: ‘If someone were to tell me I had twenty years left, and ask me how I’d like to spend them, I’d reply: Give me two hours a day of activity, and I’ll take the other twenty-two in dreams … provided I can remember them.’ [T]he mind is bombarded by a veritable barrage of dreams that seem to burst upon it like waves. Billions of images surge up each night, then dissolve almost immediately, enveloping the earth in a blanket of lost dreams. Absolutely everything has been imagined during one night or another by one mind or another, and then forgotten. —Luis Buñuel …