Shrinking dresses and other tales from the edge

So I dreamed last night that a friend asked me to come over and talk to her book group.  I love doing that so I, of course, said yes.  I expected about 5 people but when I got there, I found about 100 in this hidden auditorium at the back of her house--complete with pull out bleachers.  I was so surprised when I arrived that I talked about writing and the life of a writer, but I neglected to mention who I was or even mumble the titles of my books.  The million bookmarks I haul from place to place never came out.  AND I thanked them all at the end of the talk and left without signing books.  As I exited I heard a few mumbling, "who was she again?"

The dream then morphed into me stumbling around on the ASU campus in the incredible shrinking dress--each step I took made me sweat more and my dress got smaller until I was trying to keep it from tangling in the elastic of my underwear.  I won't go into details, but needless to say, I shouldn't have been wearing the dress when it was the right size.  Shrunken was wrong on too many levels.

Thank the powers that be, I woke up before it disappeared altogether.

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