My current novel-in-progress, my son’s current fav film Finding Nemo, and a recent seen flick Stranger than Fiction, have combined forces to infiltrate my dreams. As a character in the dream I put on my best dress and heels and go out to drown in the downtown of a huge metropolitan area. As the writer I knew I was going to drown along with most of the population. My character-self kept trying to cheat and escape. My writer-self kept making me put the high heels back on and walk out into the street.

The scene in Nemo where Marlin is in the whale reminds me of the dream, but I’m not sure which self won. Although I am certain that running is very hard in evening dress.