I slept well until 4:00 or so, when my mind started dealiong with the Zelle disaster from yesterday, and my anger and frustration with my bank. Before then, I had a long dream about working for Barnes & Noble over the Christmas season, only the store looked more lke the Lincoln Center Library for the Performing Arts. My manager Patty Spettel was in the dream, and I had a new co-worker, Jane Emerson, who died from a brain tumor maybe ten years ago. In the dream, I kept saying to her, I was tod you were dead.