Oh, the vivid dreamer and prolific author I am!
And oh, the privilege to write down my dreams!
Here's the one I had the night before last.
[Begin dream]
I finally had the courage to ask Relative, "Why have you not read my books?"
She said, "I don't like them anymore."
I tried not to cry, yell, or wring my hands. "I can't believe you're saying this. I was hoping you'd support me. I worked so hard on all of them. I've spent so much time on and invested my emotions into every word."
My husband was beside me and said to Relative, "I'd like you to consider reading her books and telling her what you liked about them."
Relative said to my husband, "History is more interesting, more significant."
[End dream]
It's Monday morning, and I'm still trying to get over this one.
