I had a dream that I was sitting next to Jim Carrey and having a deep conversation with him. Our shoes were off, as if we were at a pedicure shop or something. When it came time for me to leave, I put on his sneakers. They were blue suede sneakers that looked like this:
And as I walked away, I marveled how they fit me perfectly even though logically we would have different-sized feet. As I continued walking, the sneakers started to mutate on my feet and grow these pink stripes or sides:
And the big impression I got from the dream—I mean, in an abstract, intuitive sense—was that everything would eventually be OK.
“If you’re going to have a story, have a big story, or none at all.”