Monday, September 11, 2000

Sarah wins

While my dreams -- when I can remember them at all -- seem generally to be meandering free verse packed with Freudian (and, in some cases, schadenfreudian) imagery, my friend Sarah dreams in commercially-viable sitcom pitches.

"Last night," she said, "I dreamed a comedy about the misadventures of a crew of nutty Ku Klux Klan members on the high seas. It was called Percale's Navy."