what the heck is a galley?

Arushi and I spent most of the afternoon editing our galleys for the book. I was rather disappointed in the quality of the copy editing that their people had done — we had to do a LOT on our end to get it in good shape. I thought that’s why we were giving them 85% of the revenue from the sales of our book — to take care of stuff like that. At any rate, we got it done and Arushi is going to mail it back to them tomorrow. We are asking to see a PDF of the final file before it goes to the printer, so we can check it against our edits.

I had a weird dream Friday night. I dreamed that Doc and I remembered that few years ago we had had a baby, and gave it to Sarah. We didn’t remember that it had happened until something reminded us and we were like, “Oh yeah, I guess we do have a daughter somewhere.” It was like we completely forgot that we had a child who was living with other people.

Then I was way up in the sky, looking down on this enormous brick-paved strip, maybe a mile long and 300 yards wide. The sun was just coming up, and I was somehow hanging in the sky, just observing. Black helicopters were working quickly and surreptitiously to lower huge brick buildings and structures on ropes down to this brick strip. They were building a town, and had been working on it all night, and had to finish it before the sun was fully up.

Then I was actually in this town, which was populated by brainwashed zombie-like people who were just walking up and down this strip. There were houses and markets and buildings lining the sides, and in the middle was a “median” type thing — raised flower and grass planters, some raised fountains and pools, all sorts of things down the middle of the strip. And people just walking back and forth. I was some sort of psychiatric worker who was there to take groups of the people and try to determine if they were happy. There were kids in one of the fountain/pools in the median, and I fished them out of the water as if they were pencils. It’s a weird metaphor, but that’s what I remember from the dream — they were like pencils, and I fished them out of the water in a stack in order to ask them questions.