This morning, I had a dream that the events manager–the person in charge of running shows–was the person also in charge of acquisitions for books, etc. So she and I were going on a walk in my dream, and I was basically chasing her trying to convince her to acquire a certain kind of fish sandwich. She kept balking because someone else had already gotten her to acquire her fish sandwich. Somehow in the midst of this argument, we both got roped into a table on the side of the street that was getting people to apply for a local community college which was Harvard in disguise–and I found this out because a woman asked me if she applied now (summer), did it mean she would be admitted to Harvard in the winter?
Somehow a motor boat and my managing editor were involved, too, but I can’t remember why at this point.