I dreamt last night that I was editing and publishing a boutique magazine such as Lady Churchill’s Rosebud Wristlet or Electric Velocipede, and was witness to a conversation between Allen Steele and Harlan Ellison.

Allen saying that, no, Harlan couldn’t have John Kessel’s newest story for whatever project Harlan was working on, because John had already promised that story to me. Not sure why it was up to Allen to be delivering the news rather than John himself, but John didn’t appear in the dream. I turned to Ellen Datlow, who was in the dream, and bragged about the coup.

Then I woke up.