I had the craziest dream.
I dreamed I was at some kind of place for some kind of event that I don't recognize in my real life. Of course it all made perfect sense in the dream. I was there with a few people I knew and we were sitting outside at something like a picnic table. Brad Pitt came up and sat at the table I was at. I was really surprised that it was actually him. I just couldn't believe it. So I got out my cell phone and I thought maybe I could snap a few pictures of him without him realizing it. I didn't want to be one of those crazy nuts that bother celebrities. But I wanted to prove that it was him. I needed that picture.
He was very casual and relaxed. He acted like any other ordinary person. He was smiling a lot and talking. I tried to nonchalantly get his picture. I was being all sly about it. Of course, something went wrong and I couldn't get it to work. I got so frustrated that I blurted that I was trying to take a picture and couldn't get the damn phone cam to work. He was very understanding. I asked him how Jennifer was doing. HA! As if any woman talking to Brad Pitt gives a flying rats ass how Jennifer is doing!! hehe.
The dream dragged on and I just kept on trying different things to get that camera to work, to no avail. It made me so mad. We were walking around together and he was being SO patient about my obsessive need to take his picture. I hated being that way, but just thought I couldn't possibly live a happy life without getting photographic proof that I saw Brad Pitt at this event.
That's about all there was to that dream. I wish I could have gone lucid with that one, because I wasn't even trying to flirt him up or anything. It was all perfectly innocent, nay DORKY. I think that dream represents missed opportunities. I've been laying low around here and not pursuing new clients and I was thinking about it last night. I need to approach some rehab facilities about their stunning need of my services.
In Other News:
Myra had her biopsy, it went fine and the doctor was able to get what he needed so if it checks out ok, there will be no further surgery. Myra has an appointment to go see the doctor tomorrow morning at 11 am and he will be able to tell her what he thinks it is. Needless to say, we desperately hope it is benign. The doctor didn't even speculate whether or not it looked benign or malignant. He has to get it under a microscope to know for sure. So we get to wait another day, but for the first time since this thing started, we are getting an answer to a test right before the weekend, instead of waiting until after it.