In my dream I am flipping through tv channels when I suddenly see it: the episode of the horror anthology that involved the commune of artists and the mysterious jars that take them over and destroy them: I was terrified by it when I was a kid, so much so that I had nightmares about it. I had searched for it in my waking life for years, and now here was evidence that it was real. I could see how my child mind had transformed the cheap sets and lighting. I look for the remote, so that I can bring up the title of the particular episode and write it down but can’t quite get it to work.