David Bowie is alive and well - in my mind ... just in case you thought I'd forgotten about my hero!
Last night's dream was so pleasant and wonderful (and not in a lewd or erotic way) - I met Bowie at a small show he was trying to put on (on the stage at the Science Museum in Boston), but one of his actors was missing. I hadn't bought a ticket, but offered to fill in for the missing person. He and I managed to ad lib and dance together - it was part of 'the script' - (in that old fashioned, ballroom hold kind of way) that was so casual and sweet and normal. We chatted and connected, and I wasn't tongue-tied like a silly fan-girl, either! But I did tell him "this is the best night of my life" and he understood, smiling shyly! He was charming, humble and gracious, as expected 😍
It was like watching a movie of myself, living a fantasy.
Ahh, the psyche is a funny thing ...
1 comment:
What a perfectly fulfilling dream! About time he visited you, I'm sure you were near the top of his intergalactic list!
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