Dear Jean,
I had a dream last night and you were in it. I was being chased by Bill Murray (he wanted to make out with me) and he was chasing me through this really big college-like building with lots of stairs (which conveniently turned into ramps when I approached them) and slippery floors. I was wearing socks and he wasn't, so I kept extending my lead by sliding everywhere. The final flight of stairs (ramp) that I went down had the exit at the bottom and I cruised through. Walking outside on cement ground for a change I saw you and a bunch of your friends playing marco polo on land. I also saw Amy and she was complaining about having guy problems.
Bill Murray was nowhere in sight.
3 comments:
i feel horrible because the whole time i confused bill murray (AGAIN...) with billy crystal... i don't think that really changes anything i said previously regarding your dream. wow that picture though. is that how he looked in your dream? a bit older than i remember him...from movies 10 yrs ago. so that makes sense, but yeah. yay for exciting dreams! i don't dream vivid dreams. i don't think i dream at all these days. or maybe i do, but i can never recall any.
i wish dreams would come to me!
ps. the post below- i love your mom's photograph! and the painting does look like her! hmm she seems caught off guard/surprised which gives a different feeling from the feeling photo. but i still like it. the color scheme's soothing. what an interestingn piece of work! i want to paint.........!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
he wasn't that WHITE in the dream. but, yeah. poor guy.
and by white, i mean the white in his hair
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