Writing dreams

Last night, I dreamt that trinityvixen had the writing group over to her house for a sleepover. (Not her actual apartment, her parents' house. Like we were all 13 or something. Not that I've ever been to her house, or even met her parents.) I kept waking up, but no one else was awake yet. Finally, I ended up pulling books off her shelf and reading them. There was a story she'd written when she was younger - it showed promise, but was pretty bad. Anakin Skywalker made a cameo appearance. There was also a series of books on writing. I'd just pulled the first one, on plot, when everyone else woke up. I was going to make waffles, but trinityvixen's mom beat me to it. (I've never met trinityvixen's mom. But in the dream, she was a very nice lady. Trinityvixen is very nice, so I'm sure her real mom is, too.) There were waffles and muffins and danish. I was a little worried that I was eating too much, but I didn't have the willpower to turn down the double-chocolate muffin