MY DREAMS tend to be low-budget affairs. Mostly black and white, short, and
lacking any continuity whatsoever. I’m not complaining. It’s the best I can
expect if, as writer-producer-director, I’m sleeping on the job. That’s why I
awoke with a start from my late Sunday morning slumber. I’d had a dream which
actually meant something to me. And fortunately, my mental VCR had been
programmed to capture it so I could contemplate its significance at leisure.
I’ve been using e-mail and the Web daily for seven years now, for
increasingly long periods. But never before had it taken up a…
