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Clothed In Success
Wednesday, June 5, 2002
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| I'm sitting at my desk in the office |
when an anonymous mailroom worker walks up and drops off a PACKAGE for me. |
| It's a largish bubble-padded envelope, stuffed quite full, and marked with the return address of a MAGAZINE whose editors judged a CONTEST I recently entered. |
| I'm walking towards a large building |
– perhaps my office building? – perhaps a library? – as I rip into this ENVELOPE. |
| I tell the woman who's walking beside me that my STORY didn't even place in the contest, so I'm certain this will merely be a REJECTION LETTER from the magazine, accompanied with advertisements and promotionals. But what I pull out is the latest ISSUE of the magazine itself. I thumb into its editorial section, where each story gets a brief introduction, and I read, "When we read nicole's story, something about it made us feel very happy, so we couldn't help but include it in this issue..." I give a yelp of "Oh my God!" and begin dancing around in circles! Also in the envelope is a large T-SHIRT with the magazine's insignia and a fistful of CASH in all sorts of paper and coin denominations. |
| I'm rushing towards my office |
my impending arrival latening in all this excitement. |
| Just as I'm about to enter, I realize I have no shirt or bra on. I whirl a complete 180° without dropping my speed, resigned to being even later, heading home for proper attire — when I realize I've still got that shirt from the magazine! So I stop panicking, and stop running. As I walk into the office I'm just casually pulling the T-shirt over my head, decent as anything and proud of myself all over again. |
| The magazine of this dream is not the one whose editors in waking life judged the contest. Nor is the dreamed story the one I entered into the contest; it was instead an older, more whimsical story that I had great fun writing and eventually did win a contest with. (Given the nature of that contest, I was unsurprised, but pleased.) However, many years ago I did submit that older story to the magazine whose editors in waking life judged the contest. They turned it down. |
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