Dream Clegg: It's very simple. All you have to do is wear a black leather jacket.
Dream Clegg: It's all about the black leather. Also, everywhere you go, you have to have an evil clown posse.
Me: WTF? Wait, this is a joke, right?
Dream Clegg: Listen, I'm serious. Black leather and evil clowns. You can't go wrong.
Me: Ok, I can probably do the black leather thing, but I really don't think I want any evil clown posse hanging around me.
Dream Clegg: Excuse me, but who's the teacher here? DON'T FUCKING ARGUE WITH ME! I SAID GET A GODDAMN EVIL CLOWN POSSE, YOU STUPID BITCH!
Me: OMG, ok, I'm sorry! I'll do whatever you want!
::bursts into tears::
Now, I've heard nothing but wonderful things about Mr. Clegg in Real Live, but he's kind of a crazy asshole in my dreams. So although I'll be looking into possibly attending his summer workshop, there'll be no more dream mentoring for me, I'm afraid. Although, I might just look into buying a black leather jacket this fall...
In other news, today I begin cutting my novelette down from 14,000 to 9,000 words. Everyone can start laughing now. Thank you.