Over the past two nights, I've had some starry visitors to my dreams. I'm not going to share the context (such as it was) of the dreams, on the grounds they would incriminate (or embarrass) me. Here's the list:
Brad Pitt (though not in the way you would think)(and without Angelina)(or any of the kids)
Charlie Sheen (although he was blond and looked and acted more like his brother Emilio)
A french actor I've seen in a couple of miniseries and a soap
The Haitian guy from Heroes
A female blog-author who has just had a book published, and her 5 year old daughter
About the only time I remember any specifics of dreams is when I am either sick, or stressed. The stress is a given right now. Coworkers have also been kind enough to share some germs; my poor (pour is perhaps the better word) nose is running like mad. My lungs have shut down, thanks to the cold weather. I'd love to crawl back in bed and go to sleep, but now I'm a bit apprehensive about who will show up in my dreams next.
*Source of the quote, anyone?
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