An illustrator had turned my book of poems into a graphic novel. I was proudly parading it around at a writing summer camp of sorts in the mountains, but the illustrations were all inside my copy of The Big Book of Illustration Ideas 2. Jenn was there and she told me that Ursula LeGuin read it and wanted to meet me. In the dream I loved LeGuin and was really excited, but actually I've only read one of her stories, and that was years ago.
Oh and finally, my dreams have found a new superstar. Does this mean I'll stop dreaming of ghosts now? What if I don't want a new star?
In the news I see pictures of people in the midwest with their faces covered in icicles, but here the sun is shining and it feels just like spring '07.
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