I had the coolest dream last night- I dreamt I was on the London tube, heading to visit William S. Burroughs at his house. As I was walking down a set of stairs in one of the tube stations, I saw a tall guy with tousled hair ahead of me who looked familiar. I caught up with him and it turned out to be William Gibson. I realized that since we were only one tube stop away from Burroughs's place, Gibson must be heading there too.
So I got his attention and said that I didn't know if he remembered me, but that we met once in San Francisco, and was he by chance on the way to visit Burroughs. He said he did remember me and that he was heading to Burroughs's house, so we traveled together the rest of the way, talking about what the future might look like. We got to Burroughs's house, and Burroughs appeared at the door let us in. Most of the house was underground and filled with books and old tools of different kinds. Burroughs was the same as he used to be- a crabby but endearing old guy with a foul mouth and a dry sense of humor. As he made us tea he explained about the forgotten ancestry of science fiction, a lot of writers I'd never heard of.
He and Gibson acted like old friends. As we sat in Burroughs's kitchen and sipped the tea, the two of them compared the writers' different techniques, and talked about the modern writers who were influenced by them.
Then I couldn't believe it, but Burroughs handed me a stack of his books that he'd just been describing, and told me "Here. Use these," in a way that made it seem he'd be disappointed if I didn't.
Posted by case at January 31, 2006 09:35 AMWauww! You never told me that last part of your dream - about the books you were handed! What a beautiful gesture and sign to your own process :-)) I'm in a petal and flower shower inside my brain now :-))
Kiss,
Cecilie
Geez, man, you even *dream* cooler than the rest of us.
Posted by: Deborah at February 1, 2006 07:44 AM