Marky

I had a dream last night that I was on some kind of all-star tour with Marky Ramone. The dream took place at the end of the tour where we were all having a big party and saying goodbye. As Marky was leaving, I pulled him aside and told him that I had met him at an autograph signing and given him a copy of my novel and tried to tell him about my new one.

That last part with the link is from real life. I did meet Marky last year and told him I was a huge fan and gave him a copy of Being Good in which I’d written him a note. I also tried to tell him that I was writing a new novel with tons of Ramones references in it. But unfortunately, that’s not really what one does at a meet-and-greet. I got the feeling that I was coming off as way too in-your-face. Plus, Marky kept interrupting to tell me about his book and I was all “yes, well, back to me.” Also, I was with several friends and I didn’t want to tell them that I was writing a new book with tons of Ramones stuff in it so I was trying to talk all hush-hush and I think that made the whole scene even creepier.

In my dream, Marky just smiled knowingly and nodded as if he had known all along that I was that guy and had forgiven me for being a creep at a meet-and-greet. Of course, in my dream, Marky had also dyed his hair orange and was a couple of inches shorter than I. Dreams are stupid.