I’m not in the habit of sharing my dreams with people I’ve never met, but this was just too bizarre. Now, granted, I didn’t sleep at my house last night. Since we were supposed to have nasty snowy and/or icy weather, I stayed at my sister’s place last night so that I could get to school a lot easier and finish my Eugene O’Neill paper. And once at my sister’s place, we ate ice cream, watched a few episodes of Buffy, then (I’m embarrassed to admit this) Girls Just Want to Have Fun, and then disk one of the extended version of LOTR:The Two Towers. I fell asleep toward the end of the last item mentioned.
And boy did I dream! Eve was there, and I found her a charming, delightful, funny, entertaining woman. And sometimes she was Eve, but other times she was a small middle-aged Asian man named Harry. I also liked Harry, but he was teaching a drama class and chewing me out for not having finished reading Oleanna. He wasn’t at all appeased by my protestations that I had watched it, the film version with William F. Macy. And he started piling stacks of plays into my arms, insisting that I read them all before I went to the Eugene O’Neill festival with Eve.
I really do understand why all the play and O’Neill angst were there; as I said, I have a big paper on The Great God Brown due on Thursday. And I really didn’t finish reading Oleanna, and I really did watch the video with William H. Macy. But Eve, what were you doing in my dreams? I enjoyed meeting you very much, although I wish your incarnation as Harry weren’t stressing me so much about the work I have due! 
I hope the next time I meet you I don’t have any Eugene O’Neill papers hanging over my head!