2001:May:9
2001


OK, OK. Me dream. What a strange one this morning. It felt like one of those from which you don't want to awaken. Ahhh. It was like I was watching a movie about a starlet in the 40's (sort of like that one I can't remember her name but sort of like a good Joan Crawford). Anyway, I wafted in and out of being this person. I had a son who I entrusted his care with my parents. I had to be out all night schmoozing and entertaining so that I could become a star. I was gone all the time. My house was very functional and everyone was sort of supportive of me. They all wanted me to be a success. Even my son was sort of forced into this idea. If I made, we all made it. I finally made it, and my son was like a hologram. He would be in the room but not really there. No one cared or thought that was odd. Anyway, it was more than this, but this is all I can remember. It was much odder than it sounds AND it was my first bonafide black and white dream (although it did fade into color some) Don't you hate dreams when they fade?




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