My book is called "I, Universe: Demolishing and Rebuilding Spirituality for a Scientific Age" (Amazon links are on my AoM essay).
Speaking of meaningful dreams, I had a strange one a couple of nights ago. I happen to have a terrible singing voice, but in this dream, for some reason I was getting ready to sing a selection of Elvis songs in front of an audience. The gig was a couple of hours in the future; I had no appropriate outfit, hadn't memorised the lyrics, and hadn't practised the songs at all. I was calm on the surface, but deeply anxious underneath, because I had made a commitment but doubted that I couldn't fulfill it.
I think the dream was symbolic of my hope that the publication of my book will give me public speaking opportunities (TEDx, SAND, and the like), but there's a part of me that wonders whether I've got what it takes.
Funny that Elvis was thrown into the mix, as I'm not even a fan. I think my brain tossed that in because I had an amusing encounter with three drunk women recently. They sang an Elvis love song to me from across the street as we passed each other.