Uhh Can Someone Interepret My Dream?

I had a dream last night.

Well, early this morning anyway because I woke up at 5 a.m. in the middle of it.

Leslie Wainger, VP of Harlequin/Silhouette, had me in her office in New York.

We were talking about some pamphlet that had different subjects on it. She circled one about wood chips and said she’d love it if I’d write a book about that. (Yuh huh….nothing like a a little sex and romance among the mulch).

Then she hands me several lengthy reams of paper and some binders, tells me to sign everything and walk it a couple miles up the road and turn it in. So I walk outside and my hubby, Charlie is waiting there for me. I tell him that Leslie Wainger just bought my book but I have to fill out all this paperwork and walk it to some other building.

Right about then I woke up.

Of course I have no book with Leslie, or with Harlequin or Silhouette. I’ve never been to NY, I’ve never met Leslier Wainger, and I have no freakin idea why I had this dream.

Somebody help me! I need a plotline about wood chips!