Thursday, March 26, 2009

The Stephen King Dream

I dreamed I met Stephen King.
I learned some pretty cool things (that may or may not be true* in real life) from this dream:

1) Apparently, he lives up the street from my parents... in Michigan. Yeah.
2) I would be willing to walk for hours up and down the same street just to be in the right place to wave hello as he drives past.
2) I've been mispronouncing Bangor all these years.
3) He has been wanting to meet me, too, because he thinks my blog is funny.

How cool is that?

(Btw, if you have not done so lately, think Stephen King.)

*most likely not even close to the truth


leeann said...

I discovered you after your Stephen King moment, for which I envy you totally.
"Think Stephen King" is much better than what H and I do at such a time, which is hum the Twilight Zone song.
Do do do do, do do do do....

Arwen, Wildlife Warrior said...

Dreams are hilarious, especially when one tries to analyze them. I can't say I've ever had a Stephen King dream, or even a dream about a famous person that I can recall. There was one...a few months ago, a good friend of mine called me because she had a dream that Paula Deen called her to tell her I was pregnant. In real life, I'm not, nor was I then, pregnant, but I do enjoy butter. :)

Anonymous said...

Well next time you see him, say hello from me would ya?


Thumper said...

That's right up there with me dreaming that William Shatner wanted to give me a football jersey and a hug, but I couldn't because I was stuck in a bathroom stall with no TP...

Richmond said...


Priscilla said...

REALLY? SK reads your blog? Or was that part of the dream.

I totally love Steven King. He's kind of creepy and icky. I don't know why that makes him so cool to me.

I should stop now.