Last night I had a dream that I was at Harlan Ellison’s house (which is just up the street from where strausmouse lived when we were in high school) and that we sat on a porch in the back and I listened to him talk about writing and science fiction and comic books. I used to have a similar dream about Isaac Asimov (who, unlike Harlan Ellison, I never met in person). Strangely, in my dream, Ellison was very benign and seemed happy to talk.
It is a bit of an unusual dream, but I recalled that at one point yesterday evening, I was skimming through LOCUS and recall reading a short item on another law suit in which Harlan is involved. That’s what probably triggered the dream.
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