Having deep-dug, primary, pregnant dreams these last weeks.

I’ve been dreaming about math, running marathons, writing essays for the S.A.T., sketching water and wind-flow plans for imaginary three-story houses.

Big, meaty dreams that should wear me out but somehow end up being restful in an unusual way. What could they mean? That I’m growing a to-be brainy, limber architect or tweedy professor or mountain man?