A couple nights ago, when I was in the middle of the latest Artemis Book, I had a dream that pacificpikachu was in love with Damon Kronski, a crazy guy who believes in human supremacy and likes killing the last animal of its species. Even in the dream I thought it was strange, because well, I know you like animals. In the dream, I asked you about it, and you said something like, "Oh, you know, love is blind." PLEASE TELL ME YOU'LL NEVER GO OUT WITH A GUY LIKE HIM. T^T HE'S SUCH A HORRIBLE PERSON.
Last night I had a dream that someone who I think I made up called me from Viz. It was strange because I was lazily throwing myself out of bed when I heard my dad call me and say I had a phone call. I got the phone and the person asked me if I wanted to work on a magazine they were revamping. Boomerang? Boomer? Bodango? I have no idea. It was something like that. I thought it was weird, because I can do the sort of work they wanted, but everything I've done for Viz since my internship has been lettering. But, I wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth and I was honestly interested, so I told her I'd love to do it. Then she started talking about this or that, but it was really hard to make out what she was saying, because the connection was pretty bad. I walked through the house and I could hear Aunt Linda and Uncle Pat downstairs, and somehow I knew that my Grandma and Grandpa were here too. I walked to my parents' room and looked out the window. Right next door to us was a big public pool and my dad was helping my grandma swim in it. Then the lady that called me said that Joel had recommended me to her. I remember making a huge mental note to thank Joel. I heard a lot of chatting in the phone, and it turned out a bunch of editors were hanging out and she had decided to get work done and call me about this even though it was Saturday. I could only recognize Jason's voice though. He said something about the new Viz licenses, so I figured it would be a good time to try to get more work. My shmoozing techniques were absolute FAIL. I MEAN. OH GOD. NEVER LET ME DO THAT AGAIN. And then I woke up. It took me a while to figure out that my relatives were not here, I did not have new work, I did not live next to a public pool, and yes, that was indeed a dream. Kind of sad, but I saved myself a whole lot of embarrassment.