Saved by the Phone!!!!!!!!
There was a time, I was so into Stephen King. I read many books of his, I had just finished a book written by Stephen King and Peter Straub called "The Talisman". Right after I set it down I passed out on the couch. It was midafternoon, mid-summer day, in desert land. Needless to say, mind-sucking, life-draining hot. Upon entering rem sleep, I entered into the most amazing dream. I was an Author about to receive the Pulitzer Prize for best in Fiction. My ride was a beautiful Ferrari, red of cores. Upon exiting the car my eyes went straight to the grand glass building so beautiful a place filled with flora, crystal chandeliers, red carpets, marble floors everything so perfectly pictures even the day was perfection. All the people dressed to the nines women dripping with jewels, some with feathers, some like me simply chic. Men in all styles of suits, fine shoes, classy cufflinks. You get the picture. filing into a stunning spacious room taking our seat's a soft roar of electrified voices filled the air echoing off the walls to fill every empty space left in the room. Just as the event was about to begin everything started to grow dark, all eyes went up to the glass domed ceiling just on the other side of the glass, storm clouds not rolling in subtly, but forming right there over our heads, so quickly it was fascinatingly frightening. Everyone got up and filed right back out of the building. Once outside all eyes went straight back up to the ever darkening sky. I could not help but think this is wrong, so wrong! skies do not do this! What is going on? Just then Stephen King shows up in the sky he a god, and we his helpless victims, set on a path of sure destruction of mind or body!
Just then my phone RINGS! and wakes me from this HeLL! I found myself in, I had never been so happy to be woken up by a phone in all my life! Never had I been so happy to wake to see my shack of a house. My torn jeans and shabby shirt. I raced to the phone picking it up gasping out GOD Bless you! I was about to die or go mad! The deep voice on the other side asked me "are you alright?" I told my friend I was having the worst possible nightmare. One I don't think I could have and live a normal life after. He asked, "what was it about?" I told him I had a nightmare that Stephen King was god. He told me to stop reading Stephen King. As he laughed.
Just felt like sharing a funny true story of what happens, if you read to many books of one Author in a row.