And now a post with nothing to do with writing.
Yesterday I had a really nice conversation with someone about gardening and growing vegetables. It was one of those in depth talks that makes you feel really good and I woke up this morning keen to email the person again and talk about gardening some more.
Then I realised the whole conversation was a dream and the person didn’t actually exist.
I feel really bad about this. Not sad, but guilty like I’ve been really rude. How do you say sorry for something like that?
“Hey, I really enjoyed our talk the other day, by the way I’m so sorry I woke up and you ceased to be real.”
In an unrelated note, a barn owl attacked me in the middle of a mall in broad daylight on Saturday. That kind of thing does NOT happen to other people. The Tag Effect is in full swing. I’ve always been a little weirded out by owls too.