Dreamed i ran into Gabriel Garcia Marquez at a garage sale. He was upset because he had a copy of One Hundred Years of Solitude that he’d been wanting to give to Harlan Ellison, but hadn’t had the chance. I told him i’d take care of it.
But then when i called Ellison to arrange delivery, he remembered the one time that i’d interviewed him and we’d met, and insisted on coming to my house for the weekend.
He brought Timothy Findley with him, and the three of us talked writing and drank blackberry milkshakes all night.