Dreamt last night that I was sitting around in a dim room drinking wine with a few friends and Joan Didion, old Joan Didion. She was telling us in a hushed voice about her husband and her, back in the 1950s and early 1960s, registering in hotels under fake names and taking off their wedding rings when they would make love. I’m a lot more grossed out by this now than I was in the dream.
Also had a dream last night that I was sitting at a sidewalk cafe in some shabby Florida beach town and watching Chris Fink and his newborn sitting across from each other at a different table, like they were playing chess or something, making this the second night in a row that I’ve had dreams about other people’s babies.
