I had a dream this weekend that I had to stay after school for a few hours, but I kept calling my friend to remind her "PICK ME UP BEFORE 7 O'CLOCK" because apparently they were having a freshmen activity at 7 and the parking lot would be full and I just wanted to get out of there.
But, surprise surprise, she didn't come, so I went down to my school's basement and it was all rearranged (as dream-architecture usually is) and it turned out that Maira Kalman was doing a book signing down there, because in dream-world she had written this SUPER THICK new book about everything in the French Revolution and also somehow a combination with her autobiography, so I went down to talk to Maira and we were having a lovely conversation and I started to read part of the book,
and I found out that the editors had worked in all these little Stallone-grade insults into the text (you could tell they weren't Maira's because they were printed in using Comic Sans MS) and I was getting really dream-angry for some reason...
Where was this going?
OH, RIGHT, JOANNA.
Maira and I went together to Barnes and Noble (which is like across the street from my school so it made sense) to get coffee and books. And Joanna was working at the Starbucks there (in a fashionable dress, no less).
It was weird, because I pretended I didn't know who she was and asked for ice coffee and I was about to tell her no sugar and no ice but then she was like "No sugar, no ice, I know" like she was psychic (which she probably is, not only in dream-life).
Then she ended up coming along with me to this weird passage where we had to speak Elvish to enter (Maira was lost somewhere along the way)