Started taking hay fever medicine yesterday and, as might have been expected, had a funny dream last night. It involved Heinleinian essence. It was very strong. One drop turned a female freind of mine into red-headed super-genius.
I was going to use 2 gallons on a story.
But this isn't the strangest dream diary story I've read today; over here, while plugging his new novel, Walter John Williams had one and his dream revealed what UFOs are made of.
 Probably late Heinlein, but it's all a bit fuzzy.