Well, I didn’t get to send anyone to the electric chair. (Or whatever it is they do nowadays. Hang ’em? Shoot ’em? Are we still stoning people?) It’s been a long, boring day, so I’ll keep this post short.
I was going through some old e-mails, and I uncovered a dream I had totally forgotten about.
I dreamt I was writing for a TV show, and all the writers were sitting around, pitching episode ideas. As I slowly awoke, I thought about a brilliant story one of the other writers had pitched.
In my sleep addled state, I was disappointed, because it was someone else’s idea, and I couldn’t use it. A moment later, I realized, “No, wait, I can use that…
“Who will know I stole it?”