A Dream or A Nightmare?
(I was looking at an old journal from about 8 years ago where I wrote this about a dream I had about my favorite author Stephen King.....)
I was staying at a hotel where Stephen King was staying. I saw him several times in the dream, but I don't remember that part. All I remember is going in to his hotel room after he was gone. I wanted to stay in the room Stephen King had slept in. But I was heart broken to find the room filled with wrappers from junk food, like Ho-Ho's and Slim Jim's,...lots of wrappers!! and lot of alcohol bottles all over the place, and trash on the floor. So, not only was he not eating right, he was back on the juice.
I actually still feel afraid from this dream. It seemed so real. And when I saw him, he was acting crazy. Drunk AND crazy.
That is a real fear of mine though. That my favorite author might take up the bottle again, and disgrace himself after a lifetime of spectacular achievements. I've been a fan for 25 years now. And things are better than ever for him. I should know. I see the reactions of people when I say his name. After all these years of collecting his books and movies, I want to be proud when I say his name. So he better not screw it up.