A Dream

A short one is this. Last night I had an odd dream, odd because it was one of those with real people who I have never met. I have had dreams with Paul Dirac talking about his Delta Function, Lacan speaking with me about psychoanalysis and now one with the Foer brothers. Yes, those triple prodigies entered my dreams. Partly because I am reading a book by Franklin and then read The New Republic, then talked about how all three of the Foers were successful, then I got a recommendation to read The New Republic...so obviously they were in my thoughts do to this string of odd coincidental events.

To the dream. I met Franklin, and I told him I was amazed at how all of them became successful in their own right in different fields all connected by writing. Then he said something I do not recall, then I asked him about writing and he started to give me book ideas, and tips on writing. Then the other brothers appeared and gave me more tips. Upon waking I thought about writing what they told me down, but it was 4:30AM and I definitely did not feel like turning on the light in the night to write. So the knowledge may have been wasted, but it was issued from my subconscious, so I think I can find it eventually.

Morrissey quote of the day-->
"Translations of French prose are probably not the best models for English writers"

Yo- "Hmm, well I don't think I have read anything outside of continental philosophy and translations of modern French stories and novels for the past 4 years"

"Yeah, I hear ya, work on it"