Last night I dreamed of an agent. She had no name; at least, not one I can remember. She contacted me via phone, offering advice for my book. And then BOOM! she showed up at my house, ready to represent me. She was warm and friendly and, despite having misinterpreted my book for Young Adult in genre (whereas it's more like Mainstream or Women's Fiction), she rocked.
I woke up perplexed. And excited. My interaction with her in the dream felt tangible, and I hope someday I see it happen for real. Even if it's not with my "dream" agent.
Har har. Get it?