dream of don delillo

okay, so, a long, involved dream about don, another longstanding member of the cadre of my favorite writers, that i don't remember quite enough of at the moment. i remember that he was going to give a reading and i really wanted to go. i was planning to go, ready to go, but at the last minute i couldn't go, because of some obligation. i don't remember what the obligation was but it was probably important to the dream thematically. so, poo. anyway, i couldn't make it to the reading, but i rushed through whatever it was i had to do (mopping? washing windows?) and made it to the venue shortly after he finished. it was outdoors, like a picnic. there were picnic tables. i approached my man don and told him i liked his new collection of stories. i was bold and told him i hoped he'd read a particular story to the group. he brightened and said that was precisely the story he had read. he went on at great length and with tremendous animation and joy about that story and its scope and theme and how the scenes fit together. it was a fascinating and generous oration and i was beaming.

i don't really remember that much else about the dream right now. i feel like there was a lot more to it. how frustrating! i woke up and looked at the clock and it was 2:30. rain lashed against the window. i thought i should maybe give "ratner's star" another shot.

(but i'm reading the prejean now and thinking after that intensity i might be ready for a vacation. so many books!)

i didn't sleep too much after that.