dreams of agents and parking at the drag races

Somehow I ended up having lunch in a dimly-lit restaurant with a literary agent I fired last summer. Even though I found this person to be a hindrance instead of a help, the fact that she entered my dreamspace is a reminder on how much effort it is to work outside the system.

I also dreamed that Roy and JD had gotten ahold of a decrepit, beater motor home and took it to the drag races. I had scammed on VIP tickets and parking passes, and while attempting to negotiate traffic at a busy intersection at the track, the motorhome stalled.

While attempting to re-fire it, it created quite a scene.