I don't usually remember my dreams in the morning, but this was so good, so enriching, that I guess that's why I woke up in the middle of it. Just so I could remember it.
I had a dream that had Martha Stewart in it. I kid you not. I was working for her as (get this) a souvenirs buyer. I guess she had opened a chain of Martha Stores?...
Anyhoo. I had just started work and I was telling her "You know, you really don't need this many different keychains. Like 30+ designs. Your assortment has really blown out, and we need to rationalise it." This made Martha happy. She smiled at me. It wasn't exactly as if the sun had come out, but it was a nice smile. She looked happy. Well kept, and kind of stylish. That sweater thrown casually over your shoulders just so, what is that? Cashmere?
Then we were looking at a novelty pen that was packaged with her face on it, sort of a caricature. Except it didn't look all that much like her, and we were laughing about how little it actually resembled her. She was friendly, if perhaps a little brisk. Sort of economical with her approval.
I'll bet this one isn't in any of those "Guide To Your Dreams" type books...
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I refer you to Michael Thomas Ford's book "Alec Baldwin Doesn't Love Me"... and the chapter entitled "Too Much of a Good Thing"...
"My name is Michael F., and I'm a Mathaholic..."
My name is TOA and I'm a Marthaholic...
OK, you are now, officially, the gayest person I know. Said with love of course.
That's nearly as gay as my dream of having lunch with Princess Diana some 6-months post tragic accident. She wore a powder blue, boucle-knit suit that was fashionably above the knee. It was a Versace suit because I could 'see' the greek-key motif that edged the suit's buttons. She was beautiful. And she told me it was "alright."
I need to up my meds.
You may need to share those meds...
OMG! If the two of you ever meet, please make it away from Sydney. Otherwise your uber gay centre of gravity would suck in (hold the lewd comments please) all of Newtown, Surry Hills and Darlinghurst. And those are my favourite suburbs. And hold all comments about what those favourites say about me...
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