I had a dream with that crazy ass Gene Wilder character in it again last night. Last time the dream was in some weird book store, but not like Barnes and Noble, like some hole in the wall used-and-dusty place that mainly sells books but also has a bunch of other crap that the owner thinks is cool. Candles, picture frames, nick nacks, but all really dusty and dirty. I can almost see the atmosphere hanging in the room, like a smoke machine or something. Anyway, this time I think it was in a room next to the store, maybe even under some EL train tracks, not sure on that but there were decroative wrought iron bars on the windows for sure. I had been in the book store but went outside and then back into this room next door. It's all white and there's just a bunch of doors. I was sitting in this room and Gene Wilder busts in, very much like Willy Wonka, but he's a professor at a college or something. In both dreams he's mentioned "dorms" "class" and "writing" so I'm guessing he's an english professor, but I guess he could be a really old college student too. Last night he came in to use the bathroom and went into some very detailed story about how sometimes he has to pee so bad that he can't write, and how he had to leave the dorms right away to come over and take care of it and went into one of the doors, so I guess at least one of the doors led to a bathroom. I'm not sure what that's abbout. Sometimes I have dreams that I need to pee but I usually wake up right away and find, that in fact, I do need to pee, and this was not that. I also don't know why he didn't just pee in the dorm bathrooms, why he had to come all the way over and use this one. All mysteries. Ever been some where and a kinda crazy guy is there talking to people, he doesn't know any of them, at least not any better than anyone else but he's just walking around talking to people because they happen to be there? That's what Gene is like in my dreams. He's talking to me, but not because I'm me, just because I'm the oonly one around. I've been writing a hell of a lot recently so I maybe this is how I see myself ending up, a crazy guy walking around talking about writing. Maybe not. Maybe Gene Wilder is just a crazy mofo and there's no telling where he might pop up next.