Weirdest Dream Ever

Okay, so last night, I had the weirdest dream ever in a long history of weird dreams.

I dreamed I was on this multi-author book tour, and we had our own fancy painted bus (just like the Partridge Family). When the trip first started, we were all:

Hello world, here’s a song that we’re singin’
Come on, get happy
A whole lotta lovin’ is what we’ll be bringin’
We’ll make you happy

We had a dream we’d go travelin’ together
And spread a little lovin’ if we’ll keep movin’ on
Somethin’ always happens whenever we’re together
We get a happy feelin’ when we’re singin’ a song

Travelin’ along, there’s a song that we’re singin’
Come on, get happy
A whole lotta lovin’ is what we’ll be bringin’
We’ll make you happy

We’ll make you happy
We’ll make you happy

For a while, everything went just swell. This part of the dream was sort of a movie-montage of all of us running from bookstore to bookstore, signing all the books and singing as we did it. OMGZ. I’m in hell! See, I really, really hate musicals, and here I found myself trapped in one. The horror! I also didn’t get a good look at the people I was traveling with. Oh, and there was cake.

So then we were crossing Arizona or Nevada or some equally desolate desert when our bus driver had a heart attack. Yes, while he was driving the bus. We tried to get him out of the seat and steer to safety, but he was flailing and dying, and he was a big guy. By the time we sorted the situation, the bus went seriously off road and plunged into a shallow ravine. We were all very sad Partridges.

Now the dream gets sort of jumbly. We were all running about like mad and going, “Oh noes, we’re all going to die”. At this point, I identified some of my companions in this nightmare book tour:

Jeri Smith-Ready
Mark Henry
Jackie Kessler
Anton Strout
Meredith Duran
Carrie Lofty
Dakota Cassidy
Gennita Low
Lauren Dane

Those are the ones I’m sure about. There were other people milling around, but I can’t remember their faces for sure. Now some of those people I know well, some I met in passing at RT, some I saw at RT and didn’t talk to. Some I’ve never met at all.

The funniest part about this dream? We were all falling into a terrible panic. We had no food, no water. Death seemed imminent and inescapable.

And then, a leader rose up among us: someone strong and indomitable, cool under crisis, and armed with the most impressive of survival skills. I was in awe of this person’s commanding presence. In catching and filleting scorpions for our dinner, this person put Bear Grylls to shame. Based on those listed, can you guess our fearless leader’s name?