This morning: I dreamt that we were renting a huge, beautiful house for one of our seasonal get-togethers. The house was right on the water, with lots of glass and gorgeous views. With inexplicable dream logic, Neil Gaiman was there too, giving a reading. His back was to the windows, so he didn't see the two huge tornadoes/ waterspouts that were heading toward us. After a moment of stunned silence (and some gawking at the weather phenomena), we all hurried to the basement for safety. I don't know what happened to Neil.
Then I woke up. Chris made waffles, and we watched Underdog. I'm happy to say that the rest of my day made more sense than my dream.
Posted by rv at January 8, 2006 12:11 AM to home