Yesterday was a bad day. Don't know why. Ranting. Raving. Letting it all get me down. But then I had an interesting dream. I never dream about celebrities. Okay, once I had a dream about Steve Martin. In fact, it was a doozy. I dreamt that I bumped into him on the street and I wanted to say hi, but suddenly I remembered that I had no teeth. Then, in real life, later that day I called my friend who works on films here in Chicago. She told me she was working on a new film. I asked with whom? She said ... Steve Martin! Later that night, I re-broke my front tooth. What was the movie, you ask: Novacaine!! Weird, huh?
But this dream was different. I love Steve Martin. Last night I dreamt about Brad Pitt. I don't hate Brad Pitt, I just don't, er, love him. And what's even stranger is that he was playing a part. A part of a gigolo. Don't get me wrong, he was very cute. I was playing a part too. The part of the 40-year-old single mom who hooked up with him. I didn't want to wake up. But it wasn't Brad Pitt, it was Brad Pitt playing a part. Very strange.
I do like Jennifer Aniston though. That is another of my dirty little TV secrets, I love Friends. I will miss them when they are gone. But like Seinfeld and MASH and I Love Lucy and Our Show of Shows, we all find a way to go on.
The subconscious is a very funny thing. Welcome to Tuesday.
