Dreams are weird

Woke from a dream in which I'd written a profile of Russell Crowe for Rolling Stone

There was a formatting issue and they needed me to resend the piece and I couldn't find it.

I was living with Taika Waititi and came home to go through my laptop, only to find he had friends over.

They were watching TV loudly and I needed quiet to look through my files in a panic.

Embarrassingly I started yelling at everyone.

Taika kept his cool, but his friends began chastising me.

I think my subconscious is telling me not to apply for the feature-writing mentorship that I saw yesterday.