Okay, I'm back! Quite groggy, and not looking forward to this exam. This doctor is notoriously slow and I've asked for his first appointment of the day. After that, I need to work on my second draft of editorial guidelines for Curtis and me to go over and adjust them tomorrow afternoon.
TOD:
Recurring dreams: I haven't had anything really recurring since about two months after the 1999 opening of THE BLAIR WITCH PROJECT when my nightmares about it finally stopped. I still do have, as you must all be aware by now, terrifying dreams about my grandmother's house at 711 Tenth Avenue and the house I grew up in at 3003 Goldman Avenue. Both houses had lots of paranormal activity and both had cellars that I would still be afraid to enter alone.
Worst dream: In the mid 1970s, while still living in Ohio, I dreamed that on a train several friends and I were pursuing a serial killer on a (isn't it always?) dark and stormy night. People kept vanishing and turning up dead. At one point, it seemed we'd traced the killer to a compartment and we could hear running water inside. When we broke down the door, we were actually in a bathroom; the running water was coming from the tap in the sink, which was filled with a dismembered body and my head sitting on top of it. I woke up quite alarmed. Several years ago, I realized that the apartment I live in now has a bathroom with the same geography as that in this dream.
Best dream: when I was a kid around 5 or 6, I used to dream that I could fly. I remember elevating and sailing over telephone poles and the elation these flights generated.
