Dream Report

I was in Australia, where the ocean had a skin on it — I knew somehow that this phenomenon had to do with temperature differences between the layers of water, causing the surface tension to be far greater than it normally would be, so that it was possible to body-surf without getting wet.

I was trying to do a graphic novel about a romance between two artists — one was Aboriginal, I think — and I kept digging through notebooks and finding different versions of the story to show my publisher: “wait, this one’s better!”

Also I ate a roast bat (well, part of it. I was uncertain about eating the head).