....and by "you" I mean my blogging friends.
Night before last, I dreamed I was at the beach, swimming and sunbathing, and there was the most spectacular sunset over the water (which wouldn't be possible in real life, as I'm on the East Coast). I was taking lots of pictures because I wanted to post them on my blog for everyone to enjoy.
Then last night I dreamed I was planning a trip to England and France and I was making plans to see you all. I started out meeting Tom Stephenson at a pub. We were having a drink and I was admiring his hair, of all things. The one photo I've ever seen of him impressed me with his thick mop of silver hair, and in my dream I was admiring it while we had our drink. I was telling him that my next stop would be Wales because I just had to go meet John Gray, the Prof, and all of the dogs. But then the next thing I knew, I was in France instead, knocking on Cro's door. When he answered, I was surprised to see that he was clean shaven (???) and I wondered why he wasn't wearing a beard anymore. He gave me a hug, and told me to follow him and he'd show me the room in his house where I'd be staying. I guess I was getting ready to spend a few days with him and Lady Magnon! Ha!
Pretty weird, right?