Dreams

I've been having weird but fun dreams lately.


Last night I checked in late to my hotel somewhere in some Slavic country, where my best friend Bunny was waiting. He was asleep, so I left and went around town.

I walked and in one house somewhere, I saw a woman, a tourist, cackling with a local family. She was making jokes, making a little girl laugh.



The funny woman was Julia Roberts in her disheveled self, wearing unflattering jeans and white blouse, her hair in an untidy bun.

For a few seconds, Julia Roberts and I had something in common: We didn't care how we looked...and loved it. Only that she looked pretty still, and I looked just disheveled.

She didn't want to be recognized, I thought. We hit it off and were soon laughing our merry way into town. Only a small group recognized her. They had their selfie and we all went our way.

"Where are you staying?" she asked.

I didn't know. I couldn't even remember the name of my hotel. I was lost.

Even in my dreams, my capacity to be lost is immeasurable.

So we went to her hotel instead. Her hotel had all this huge works of art in each corner, and I marveled at the pieces.

Then she told me my hotel was just a block away. All pieces came into place. I knew how to get "home."

I was with Julia Roberts, and it's true. 

At least in my dreams.