I moved off of Bainbridge Island in 1993. And yet somehow a huge chunk of my dreams still take place on Washington State Ferries. Seriously. The ferry has absolutely become the landscape of my subconscious. I’m sure Jung would have something to say about that, but sometimes I feel like my sleeping hours are like the never-ending commute on the 7:10 boat. Clearly, the ferry is my emotional-landscape purgatory.