The Don

Last night's dream was more vivid than my experience with James Hetfield. I feel as if I'm getting closer and closer to the realm of lucid dreaming, with the help of some fantastic thoughts before bedtime.

I parked my car in a very large parking lot at dusk dark. It seemed as if it was a large school or civic center lot because after parking I got out and walked down a long sidewalk with many other people towards a gymnasium or something to that effect. Only, after I reach the door, I find myself ringing a doorbell. I wait patiently and after a moment, the door opens and an attractive woman greets me and welcomes me inside her home. I met her two sons who were doing their homework in the living room. I remember wearing black heels with a full black skirt. Not sure what else, but I hope it was more.
The lady says that her husband is sleeping and that he will only be a few minutes. I know in the dream who I am waiting to see. I am very nervous, and I'm sweating. I know that just down the hallway, Stephen King lies in bed dreaming as well.
She and I walk down the hall as she shows me around their house and we come to the bedroom. Stephen greets us and says that he's ready for his interview with me.
I follow him down another hallway (we are still inside this huge school / gymnasium building) and we reach a large cafeteria. We make small talk the entire time and he can tell that I'm really nervous.
We turn a corner in the lunchroom and pass a bright red Coke machine...I can hear it humming. Finally we make it to an auditorium where Mr. King and I find a seat near the front. There are several other people inside, so I guessed that we were waiting to see a show. Stephen answers all my questions, even his favorite word. Which in my dream was, raven. I wanted to ask him for his autograph, something to take back into the real world to show myself that I was really there. I carried my Witchcrafting book with me, and I handed it to him. He smiled and said, I don't really do autographs anymore, but since you travelled so far I'll make an exception. He opened up the front cover and wrote a small paragraph inside in black ink. I thanked him and headed outside, back down the long sidewalk...into the "night".

Unfortunately the autograph didn't await me on the other side.