Let's dispense with the gripping opening paragraph and cut to the chase, shall we? This is the text message that greeted me this otherwise lovely Saturday morning:
"I had a dream about you."
That's a good start. I like me them kind of text messages.
"You were mean to me in it."
Fuck.
"You shouldn't be mean to me in my dreams. I don't like it."
Well, now.
This article appears in Nov 26 – Dec 2, 2008.