"So as night buried itself into the bed of dawn, I had a dream in which I was taking part in a sketch on Saturday Night Live. I was sitting in a barber's chair, a white towel tied behind my neck, and along the perimeter I could see television cameras, cables, crew members, a hint of audience members in the bleachers. The sketch took place at a barber's school and suddenly Elizabeth Wurtzel appeared. She was a barber-school student and I was her first customer."It could be sincere. I hope it's sincere. Perhaps it is sincere. Yes, it must be. Meanwhile, in 2010.
Subconscious Having thoroughly explored other forms, Vanity Fair is now allowing their journalists to simply post their passive aggressive commentary in the form of dreams: