I dreamt that I was at a sleepover with Barak Obama and Howard Wolowitz (Big Bang Theory). Howard Wolowitz slept on top of Barak Obama’s hat.

I dreamt that I was at a sleepover with Barak Obama and Howard Wolowitz (Big Bang Theory). Howard Wolowitz slept on top of Barak Obama’s hat.

I dreamt that Rhea Perlman and I were making toast.

I dreamt that I ran into Tom Brady and told him that he looks just like the guy who makes the best homemade sausages.

I dreamt that I was driving on a long, narrow roller coaster-ish, Dr.Seuss-ish highway in a tiny red car. I took a wrong exit which dead-ended at Niagara Falls. From the banks Continue reading
I dreamt I was sitting on bleachers with many other people facing a large grass and dirt space surrounded by woods. An elephant ran through and shortly Matt Damon came running after it. He soon returned pulling the elephant by a thick rope, and said to us, “See what the dishes do?”

I dreamt that I was dancing with beautiful, fluid ballroom motion, wearing a flowing floor length yellow gown. My partner was another woman in a similar yellow dress, and we were dancing closely and in complete synch. When I looked down, Continue reading
I dreamt that, in order to keep a man, who looked like Tiny Tim but was called Manfred and loomed large over me as if on a movie screen, alive, I had to keep a match lit. I was allowed to keep re-striking the same match, but it would just go out again and again.

I dreamt that I was running over rolling hills of grass, just beautiful, green grass as far as I could see. With me in the grass were hundreds of surfs, surrounding me and running, also. Every so often, I knew that a surf wanted to talk to me, so I paused and picked one Continue reading
I dreamt that Tom Brady was hoarding cream cheese.
