Weird Dream

I had weird dream last night. I dreamt that I was working for the New York Times. Presumably I was in New York, but you never know with these sort of dreams. So I'm sitting at my desk in the busy office. I feel a tap on my shoulder. I swing my chair around and standing behind me is Zoe Margolis. She's wearing the same, "Don't worry I won't be blogging about this T-shirt," as her Twitter profile.

She asks me what I think of the paper? I feel a bit stunned because I'm wondering how the hell she tracked me down. Did Suzanne give her my details? I somehow feel ashamed because even though I work for the New York Times I've never read the paper (I should have figured it was a dream at that point, of course I've read The New York Times).

I tell her I think the paper is more conservative that I expected. She then asks me if I could put her in contact with the editor in chief. She wants to write a column for the paper.

I woke up shortly after that. Not sure what it means, though. A premonition, perhaps?