Last night I had a dream. Yes, a dream about my story. But, here’s the funny thing, it wasn’t about any of the characters or plot points of my story. It was a dream about recycling. Yes, recycling. For some reason, I was walking around in a back alley in a city where my story takes place, and there was this guy walking around looking to dump his recycling bags. I pointed out a “recycling station” to him, only to hear him cursing about having to go through his bags to separate stuff. And that was the end of the dream.