(Entered in paper journal at 12:19 PM at Starbucks on Astor Place in Manhattan.)
Dream 1
I was peripherally friends with Stephen King. He was publishing a new monthly short story journal. He was kind of laughing, but he was also a little impressed, because I submitted a new story each month. I knew this but I didn't see it. My vision was more like I was standing in a wide, columned garage looking out over a narrow, sunny city sidewalk.
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