In this morning’s dream, I’m very aware that I have an appointment to get together with Kim Newman at a specific time, but instead I find myself in the back seat of a moving car sorting potatoes. I’ve got about a bushel’s worth of baking potatoes in a paper bag, and I’m transferring them to a box, arranging them in neat rows as I do so. As I admire my handiwork, I suddenly realize that in the front of the car are Harlan and Susan Ellison. Harlan is driving, while Susan is in the passenger seat.

Susan tells me that she wished I’d have let them buy the potatoes, because there’s no way I could have found any as good as the ones they could have picked up. I insist that I’ve managed to find absolutely perfect potatoes. As Harlan drives, he reaches back so I can place one in his hand. He looks at it and says that he knows where to find better. He speeds up, while I wonder how long this is going to take and whether this trip is going to end with me standing up Kim Newman. (more…)