An image of a vintage spinning reel was still fresh in my mind this morning, full of the detail that only meaningful dreams can bring. Wired to a brown pegboard, it was as if the piece of fishing gear was part of a sales display you might see in an old General Store, the year 1954 written in gold and black beneath the tackle. What could it mean?

I reached for my phone, still tethered to the USB charger on my nightstand, and Googled “1954 Spinning Reel”. The images on the small screen were nothing at all like what I saw a minute before in the dream.