While you were sleeping, poet Mathias Svalina was pedaling his bicycle up and down Seattle's hills, dropping dreams at the doorsteps of subscribers to his Dream Delivery Service. For 45 bucks, Svalina will write you a dream (or a nightmare!) every day for a month. Before dawn, he'll tuck the dream into a pink envelope and stick it between your door and the jamb, or maybe beneath a stone if you live in an apartment. Either way, you'll find a dream at your feet first thing in the morning. Svalina has made a name for himself in the world of contemporary poetry, publishing a handful of books in the last few years. His writing delights—not at all academic, but not too light. Browsing a few recent examples, I laughed at one about a bearded dragon really embracing a new skin-care routine, and at another about a person mowing a field of folding chairs as an orchestra plays in the distance. The dreams he writes for animals, which are included with any pet-owning household's subscription, are hysterical. by Rich Smith