It is strange to wake up from a dream containing oddly specific information. My mother often told the story of "Volusia." That mysterious word appeared, as clear as could be, in a dream sometime in the 1970s. The word hung in her mind for years, a blunt mystery looming as if with portent. She might have been able to research this word to at least find out what it means but I think she preferred to let it float. In another dream the name "Palmer Stiles" appeared, this name unknown to her and virtually impossible to research in the pre-Internet days. I took on my mother's fascination with that name. In high school I wrote stories including a character named Palmer Stiles, and I kept the name in mind as a possible pseudonym for myself should I ever need one. The reality of Palmer Stiles turns out to be ever more intriguing considering its origins. Palmer Stiles is a race car driver who has won races in, among other places, Volusia County (at Daytona Beach, to be exact). The significance of this is that decades later, after my parents separated, my father moved to Daytona Beach, in Volusia County. 23rd Avenue and 92nd Street. Now known as "Nochus". I was told of this location last night at a party. The party was in my dream, but it felt possible. A woman and I struck up conversation, mercurial and quirky, and she revealed that she was having trouble with her long distance relationship. As an expression of her anger toward all men we made out like hungry teenagers. The conversation was the best, though. We neglected our responsibilities at the party. She mentioned that she lived at 23rd Avenue and 92nd Street. I woke up thinking that was an oddly specific location. The day after waking from that dream I walked to that location in East Elmhurst. I shall visit it again. In another dream I happened to wander into the chambers of John Glover Roberts, the Chief Justice of the United States Supreme Court. He saw me and, at first unsure if he should address me directly, chuckled a bit and said that he and the other justices greatly admired my use of the word "taphophilial". In the morning I looked up the word and found, to my surprise, that I appear to be the only person on the public Internet to have coined that word. Insignificant, but oddly specific material from the dreamscape. I don't know what it all means, but maybe my oddly specific dreams will come together, and I'll meet up with John Roberts at 23rd Avenue and 92nd Street in Elmhurst to talk about taphophilial things.