A dream last night about my bag being stolen. It had one of those typical dream contradictions – first, the bag had been stolen and then I was reunited with the bag that hadn’t been stolen after all. I was aware of this contradiction live in the dream, and did a double take when I saw the bag. It seemed to hum and pulse with some meaning that I couldn’t quite grasp; I knew that these two events were contradictory, but not that that contradiction itself was wrong or impossible. I continued to look at the bag and turned it over in my hands. Then, the dream’s narrative took over and I realised that it was my purse that had been stolen, not the bag, and that I’d better cancel my debit card. The urgency of taking this action – cancelling the card – forced me away from uncovering the dream’s sequence and pulling the whole fabric of it down around me.