In Your Dreams

Part thriller, part dream, Leah Cypess’ new story for Sunday Morning Transport will leave you thinking… if it ever truly leaves you. ~ Julian and Fran, March 22, 2026

March sweeps in with a wonderful quartet of stories as The Sunday Morning Transport brings tales by Ben Francisco, V.M. Ayala, Alex Irvine, and Leah Cypess. We are grateful for your support in helping us get here, and in continuing to bring more extraordinary writers and their work to the page.

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In Your Dreams

by Leah Cypess

Every night, her dreams got weirder. At first Anna assumed it was stress, which she unquestionably had plenty of—the divorce, the move, the upcoming custody battle, all the things that made her friends either avoid her or patiently listen to her endless complaints. She no longer felt like her life was her own; why should her dreams be any different?

“That’s a cop-out,” Izzy said when Anna mentioned this theory to her. Anna’s sister, unlike everyone else in her life, neither avoided her nor sympathized with her. Probably this should have felt like a breath of fresh air; that was definitely how Izzy thought of it. “Your dreams are your subconscious trying to tell you something.”

“My subconscious is telling me to beware of fuzzy yellow bears?” The bears had chased her through the streets of her old neighborhood last night while singing the latest song that Anna’s teenage students were obsessed with.

“Obviously,” Izzy said, flipping her curls back from her face, “the true meaning of your dreams is deeper than that.”

Anna did feel like she had been chased out of her neighborhood. The streets where she had walked Claire’s stroller around and around, the café where she had grabbed coffee, the porch where she had sat while clicking through swing-set ads on her phone. So that part of the dream wasn’t hard to figure out. But she wasn’t about to say so to Izzy.

“The night before,” she said instead, “I dreamed that I was plummeting from a plane, and then just as my parachute snapped open, a cup of coffee dropped into my hand.”

It had been a pumpkin spice latte, which Anna hated. She didn’t even want to think about what her sister would do with that piece of information.

“There was this weird humming in the background,” she added. “The exact same sound in both dreams.”

Izzy drummed her fingers on the table. “Wasn’t your first date with Kevin at a Starbucks?”

“I think the humming is more significant than the Starbucks. It was this really weird, unearthly sound.”

“Unearthly? That’s an interesting word.”

“Is it?” Upon consideration, Anna decided she didn’t want to know where Izzy was going with that. She glanced at her phone. “I have to go. I have a meeting at Claire’s school.”

“Is Kevin going to be there? Might be a chance to talk to him.”

“What would I talk to him about, exactly?”

Izzy shrugged. “Maybe ask him what he thinks about your dreams.”