In the midst of a dream the other night, my dream-self said something very, very clever. Don't ask me what it was, because I don't remember. For a moment, my conscious mind roused itself to say, "That's very, very clever. I shall remember that when I wake."
Dream-self knew better. "No you won't. You'll forget."
Conscious mind acknowledged the truth of this. "Yes, you're probably right. But no matter. I'm sure it isn't clever at all, but is just more dream nonsense."
Which I'm sure is true. But I still wish I had bothered to write it down so I could see what manner of nonsense had seemed so very, very clever that it got my conscious mind involved. Oh well. I don't remember dreams very often, but last night, strangely enough, Angelina Jolie made an appearance. We had a drink together and she was wearing those emeralds from the Oscars that are as big as fists. I played it cool, but of course seized the opportunity to give her my books. Wouldn't it be really strange, if wherever in the world she is, she woke up with my books stacked on her nightstand?
Hey! There's my new marketing ploy: I am going to distribute dream copies of my books to celebrities! All I need to do is learn a little basic astral projection.
smirk smirk -- Imagine that in a publisher's marketing plan! Targeted astral ARC deliveries to Oprah, Stephen King, Angelina Jolie, Peter Jackson, and a long list of other celebrities. tee hee.
Any qualified astral travelers out there?