Very peculiar dream I had last night. I was out and about when I saw a friend getting well and truly drunk in a local pub doorway. This friend had someone with him who looked familiar to me, but I couldn't place him. I went over and said to my mate, "Who's that guy?" "Oh, " he said, "That's Stephen King, the horror writer." I thought to myself that he looked rather small as I was sure SK was over six foot. He was also only in his forties, which also seemed rather incongruous. Plus, he was very, very drunk. Still, this being a dream I went along with it, all the time wondering why Stephen King would turn up in my small, one-horse town for a pub crawl. Anyway, I got chatting with Steve and he said he often came over here to get hammered at our fine hostelries. I must say, I was very much in awe, being in Steve's company, even if he was extremely drunk and far smaller than I imagined!![]()
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I had a dream with SK in it last night. I was sitting at a typewriter working on my novel. SK came up from behind to look at my work. He startled me and I covered up my work with red crystallized granules (where that came from I have no idea). SK says "I just wanted to see your work." Then I woke up.

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