desperance (desperance) wrote,

Narrative irony. Now visiting a subconscious somewhere near you.

So I dreamed that I was checking into a hotel, and the clerk saw my surname and jokingly asked if I lived in Newcastle, in England. So I said yes, actually, and he asked if I knew this other guy with my name, Chaz Brenchley. And I said actually I am Chaz Brenchley, and he turned out to be my Greatest Fan Ever, he had all my books and thought I was an undeclared genius, and told his fellow-clerk all about me, and and and.

And then there was a civil war, and he shot me dead. And lamented beautifully over my corpse, of course.
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