I had a dream last night I was at the big Barnes and Noble in Bellevue at a book signing.
So there I was waiting patiently in line, as I slowly moved to where the author was standing, and for some reason I am nervous, which is weird, because, she’s a waif and looks as intimidating as a kindergartner, but hey, maybe this is a dream about me being shy meeting new people?
No. I hand her my book that I have been clutching. She frowns.
What did I do? Do I smell? Am I not wearing clothes? What? WHAT?
I handed her a book that wasn’t hers.
I wake up.
Dreams are weird.