I had a weird, very short dream the other night, that boiled down to a title: "The Case of the Purring Spider." It sounded like Sherlock Holmes. I couldn't get it out of my head, so I sat on my patio and wrote something not at all Holmesian, a kind of light SF thing that probably has no future, but it was fun, entirely dialog, no description. Yesterday I put myself to sleep with Huckleberry Finn and keeping to the Twain style rewrote the whole last part of the book. I wish I could do that well when awake. How does one control one's brain?