Night Moves

[dreamcatchings]

I had a dream last that for some reason I was at an airport and just so happened to run into Neil Gaiman and his manager/agent/whatever. Like any good fangirl, I gushed. Not at Neil but from a safe distance away where I hoped that he wouldn't see. I was with friends although I'm hard pressed to say who was there thanks to my spotty dream memory. I don't know if Neil saw that gushing but the agent certainly did, which is when he decided to approach me. According to Mr. Agent, Neil didn't like staying in hotels and would much rather stay with a person. The agent then asked my group if any of us could put Neil up for the night. I, of course, said yes. So off to my house did Neil go only for some reason the house ended up being a mix of my mother's house, my apartment and the house in Salem my dad used to have before he moved to BFE. Interesting mix to say the least. And not only that but most of my family ended up being there, wandering around and pestering me about who the strange man was. I was mostly freaking out because Neil was sitting right next to the bookcase with the Ultimate Sandman books on it while playing cards with my maternal grandparents. I didn't want him to see the editions and think I was some sort og stalker, but I also wanted him to sign them.

It was strange and sort of fun.