Hi again, Neil.

A couple of nights ago I dreamed about a table.

Last night, probably because I read a link about handling Neil Gaiman at conferences, I dreamed that I was Neil Gaiman’s handler at some kind of very small convention that was a little bit science fiction convention and a little bit writer’s workshop. I’ve never been to a con, so it was probably just my mind trying to imagine what a con would be like. From what I know about actual cons, my dreamself failed miserably. However, we were at this convention of sorts, that was taking place in Thea. And I was showing Neil around and making sure he got to all his appearances and showing him the things I thought were really cool about the place. He was very nice. And Thea was as beautiful as it always is when I dream about it, which is a lot.