It’s a not-so-wonderful life

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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