It was in a dream, but still, who am I to argue?
I dreamt I was having this great conversation with Matthew Perry. We were laughing and he was being wonderfully witty and funny and all sorts of things that I admired. So I told him so. I said I wished I could be like him and always know the right thing to say at the right time. I said I wished I was clever at conversations and knew how to make people laugh.
And he said, “I’m not doing anything special. All I’m doing is reading things from this book.”
I laughed and said, “Yeah right.” But I did notice that he had a book with a pale blue cover in his hands.
He said, “Really. That’s all. I just read what someone else already wrote. See, let me show you.”
Then he came around and stood behind me and lifted this book down in front of me. In it were many of the things we had talked about and so much more. He let me hold the book and I felt a little trickle of excitement before he took it back.
He started to walk away, turned around, and gave me that Matthew Perry grin before he said, “Someone had to write it all down for me. Someone had to write the book.”
And I knew when I woke up that it was time to start thinking about writing again even though I can’t imagine where it is going to fit into my day.
After all, someone has to write the book.