30 April 1998 – from Dream Notebook No. 1

Lots of pleasant dreams lately, but I can’t remember them well—but the last part of the one last night—I was going somewhere—on some kind of transit—and I see someone—Pardise, I think—she tells me that David Letterman is having a contest in which you send him one paragraph—and if you win—I don’t know, he’ll read it, or you’ll be on the show. I get started right away. His address is something George Bush Plaza, and I get started writing about George Bush and forget about Letterman, momentarily. Then, somehow, I get caught up in doing a painting of David Letterman—it’s with watercolors, because that’s what I have—but they have an oil-like quality. It’s easy and going well. I end up really getting into it, and it’s more of an abstract painting, actually—but I’ll send it to him anyway. It’s really fun and I really feel like I’m really painting.