Dreamt this morning that I lived in a big apartment building and someone was calling for me outside the window. It was a grey-haired couple who turned out to be two prominent online writers who as far as I know are not possessed of much grey hair.

Well we had a fabulous chat, and since much of my own online writing has been a sort of jockeying for respect from this gentleman, I was much warmed. Somehow we had a party, conjoining our two friend-pools—rather a zoo in the small 1-br I inhabited in this dream.

The last thing that happened was some stranger across the alley called out that he was "coming." and an enormous balloon burst through his window, sending shattered glass everywhere of course, and then stretched over to my window, leaving a tightrope for him to cross on.

Carry on.