Last night I had a dream in which I was meeting someone who seemed to be interviewing me as part of a college application process; it seemed that I was trying to get a degree in English. In the dream, I knew that I had already completed most of my studies - maybe three out of the four years - but now, with some anxiety, was trying to go back and finish, many years later. (The whole notion of time was rather shaky in this scenario.) Anyway, the interviewer, who was an Indian man, was showing me the pages of a large book of maps, and as we turned them I asked questions about India, and different kinds of food appeared on the pages -- real food. One of these was an oily, delicious, puffy bread with a spicy meat, onion, and tomato topping, and we broke off pieces and ate them.
Then he asked me what the titles were of my most favorite books, and try as I might in the dream, I couldn't remember a single one.