An odd dream of a book author.

The other month, I dreamnt -

I'm at a book event or a party or something, and there's this (shorter) (pear-shaped) (late middle-aged) (black) woman with a bit of an afro going out in two mounds from her head, and somehow I know that she's Northwestern Professor Laura Kipnis.

I either think or speak with someone, and suddenly I know that she simply used the white woman author picture on her book, to give herself privacy.

I turn to talk to her, and begin a conversation.

And then, I wake up.