It was the same with my interviews. I've dreamed that my books or articles were published on paper towels, or that they were published with the print all at cockeyed angles on the pages, or that they had hardcore porn pictures in them instead of military photos or images of the interviewee.

Last night I dreamed that I was giving a reading for Ghosts, and while doing so I broke wind continually and deafeningly. The sounds echoed like cannon shots in the auditorium. I knew I should leave the stage, but I couldn't. Flop sweat poured down my face and my voice cracked. The audience laughed, groaned, or palmed their faces, but I couldn't stop.

Good times.