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  • Dream Journal: 9/16/14

    Last night I dreamt I met David Bowie. It went something like this:

    I was participating in an acting/movement class (reminds me of my days as a musical theater student) and David Bowie was the honorary guest. Naturally, all of the students were giddy about his presence. The instructor asked us to partner up, and somehow I was the lucky one paired with David.

    The instructor gave us the assignment to pose as human sculptures, one person is allowed to adjust the other's stance. It was a fun project. I stood on David's thighs while he tilted my head and messed with my hair (sounds like something Bowie would do.) 

    Afterwards, I asked for an autograph. Not only did he sign his name, he drew a self portrait with a note: "Dear Debbie, never give up on your dreams." As I watched him sign it, I teared up a little, thinking that I would be extremely sad when he dies. 

    While still dreaming, I dreamt that I needed to be sure it WASN'T a dream, so I flipped through my bag to find the autograph so I could show it to my friends. It was there, and it was real (in my dreams.) 

    <end of dream>