(per FB) I dreamed the reclusive Jackson Pollock was in town again so we grabbed our video cameras and stalked him through the library and museum and the park by the pond. — with D*~ at Downtown Annapolis.

The backstory here was that we had run into him the year before, and although we didn't keep in touch, he seemed to enjoy our company. Maybe yours more than mine; this didn't figure into the dream but in real life Pollock was a narcissistic womanizer, especially when he was drinking, which was often. But in the dream-backstory he was nice enough to me too. I think our goal was to "accidentally on purpose" bump into him again, and try to wrangle an interview. I don't know about you, I was entirely focused on just trying to catch up to him and had no idea what I'd ask him if it came down to an interview.