Dreaming of Rod Serling


So I have this dream where Rod Serling stands at the foot of my bed and says, "It's not my fault your story didn't end right."

And it's so spooky I bolt upright in bed. I see Rod Serling standing there.

"It's not my fault your story sucked," he says.

Then I wake up, really wake up. And I'm relieved to see that he's not there.

But someone is walking down the hall toward the bedroom.

It's Rod Serling. He has a six-pack with him. It's a side of Rod Serling I never knew. He gives me a beer, then sits down at the edge of the bed and tells me how the story should end. It's brilliant. I thank him.

Then I wake up, and spend the rest of the day trying to remember what he told me.