Lately, my nights have been busier than my days. In one dream, I’m back at CNN Headline News, a place that doesn’t even exist anymore, waiting to go on air for a royal wedding. I’m seated at a roundtable, ready to ask a question, when I suddenly wake up. In another, I’m in a dark city where an explosion is about to happen. Sometimes it’s a bomb. Last night, it was a “limited nuclear strike,” and someone on TV was assuring us everything would be fine. I knew it wasn’t true. An