I had the most bizarre dream last night.

I had an interview with Holly Hunt for a very important high level position. I don’t remember the position or what it entailed, only that it was very important and high level and Ms Hunt was “ecstatic” to meet me (Her words, not mine).

I arrived at the interview slightly nervous, wanting to impress Holly, because by now we were on a first name basis and I needn’t be so formal. I entered the stark concrete Tadao Ando designed reception area where I was offered a freshly brewed mug of coffee and whisked right into Holly’s office which was equally as impressive as the Ando reception hall. Her office was in delightful shades of taupe with heavy dark wood and leather sofas and modern accent tables placed about the room, where she sat behind her mammoth dark wood desk talking animatedly on the phone. The scale of this room, no the entire facility was enormous.

Holly saw me instantly and slammed the phone down in a move reminiscent of Joan Crawford with a look of pure pleasure on her face, only at this point I realized, this wasn’t Holly Hunt, it was Holly Hunter the famous actress of stage and screen. She pushed herself away from the oversized desk and approached me in an almost jog, crossing the wide distance of the room in a few well placed footsteps, avoiding the thick chocolate brown deep pile carpet so as not to leave foot impressions.

Her handshake was surprisingly firm for such a small feminine hand. She looked me in the eye and told me how happy she was to meet me and I felt as if this were the most genuine moment in her entire acting career. Once we settled into our conversation, perched on the dark wood sofa, I watched her every move taking notes about how she threw her hair when she laughed and the creases of her forehead as she sat deep in thought over something amazing I had just shared. The interview was going so well.

Abruptly, she stood and said ‘I’m not Holly Hunt, but if I was, I would hire you on the spot”

“Damn you Holly Hunter!” I spat. “Damn you!”

The next thing I remember was waking up snuggled into my freshly laundered grey flannel sheets wondering why Holly Hunter was such a bitch to me and what she did with Holly Hunt.