...last night, I had a dream about American Ballet Theatre's resident sex god, Jose Manuel Carreno.
My dream also involved, at various times, a poached egg, sandstorms, a banquet hall, a mangled Porsche convertible a la James Dean, my father, laboratory beakers, and a really nasty Dina Lohan lookalike.
Fortunately, such is the beauty and splendor that is Jose Manuel Carreno, he overrides such horrors and I still look back at my dream with fondness.
Lohan? shudder!
ReplyDeleteBut a ballerino and a poached egg....that's the stuff of dreams.
Thank goodness he was there because any dream w/Dina Lohan is a nightmare!
ReplyDeletePoached egg.
Actually, in my dream, Jose was *making* me a poached egg. I'm sure there's symbolism in there, somewhere.
ReplyDeleteA friend of mine who happened to mention the name Guy Ritchie today also sparked the memory that Mr. Madonna also made a guest appearance in my dream, stark naked.
You have the best dreams.
ReplyDeleteLast night, I had another dream about The Supremes. Those are rather frequent.
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