I had a dream last night/this morning that The Auteur was working in a gas station. She didn’t know me. I was calling her in a Jimmy Stewart-style plea to get her attention. At first, I thought she didn’t see or hear me, like in It’s A Wonderful Life. Finally she said “Can I help you sir,” to which I responded with a cheesy, melodramatic “Nooo!” only to wake up.
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