Which Way Up Is This?

<p>What do a flaming iPhone a nuclear bookcase-weapon the cutest puppies ever a swimming pool full of shit sexy Michelle Obama Buddhist monks a money-shredding machine a time-traveling trans shaman a faucet spewing chunky soup a monkey customer a pet mule lots of unusual bookstores and encounters with a lost son have in common? One bookseller's unconscious.</p><p></p><p>Still grieving eleven years after his son's death bookseller Andrew Laties agreed to try Jungian dream therapy. Never one to recall them he strove half-awake to scribble dream-fragments into a notebook and narrate into his iPhone's recorder. Transcribing these he sent them to his therapist. The texts here are just as emailed--in their original time-sequence--though edited for grammar punctuation and name-change. Left out are the therapeutic conversations; reader reflections are equally valid.</p>