I was home alone. Along came a knock on the door.
In somewhat of a daze, I shuffled down the hall an swung open the door.
Blinking in awe I stared out at the famous author.
She smiled. "Hello, I'm Harper Lee."
Nodding I replied with, "I know."
"I hear you too are a writer," she said.
"Trying to be," I answered.
The smile faded from her face only to be replaced by a scowl. "Ten years you've been hacking away now," she said. "You must realize that you would have already published a novel by now if that is what you really wanted to."
I met her icy stare and said, "Yeah, well what the hell do you know? You've only published one, and rumor has it somebody else wrote it for you."
"You don't know a damn thing about me or my book, you wet behind the ears wanna be. You couldn't identify real literature of it came pouring out your ... "
Right about then I woke up ... and immediately thought, what the hell.
I've long been an avid dreamer than remembers most if not all of the details the next morning, but this dream was a first. My nocturnal illusion are not usually filled with literary icons calling me out on the carpet and should I ever get the opportunity to meat the fable Miss Lee I certainly would not chastise her with that persistent rumor that Truman Capote actually penned To Kill A Mockingbird.
So I know I ask y'all two questions. Have you had any strange dreams of late and two, what is your dream interpretation of my encounter with the elusive Miss Lee?