what an odd dream…
Had a very strange dream last night. Donald Trump was hosting me at a very fancy hotel soon to host a few hobnobby stars. And there were quite a few celebrities there but the odd thing is a lot of them seemed to know me and hug/kiss/etc, but I had NO clue who they were. I spotted Martin Freeman and ended up drinking with him most of the evening.
I also kept flashing back to shopping in CVS for my trip to Trump’s and working on a Paramount set for one of the Star Trek tv shows and dealing with a serious laundry error. Someone washed a gold uniform instead of having it cleaned and it came back dark green.
Weird. This is what comes of having a cider and christmas dinner leftovers so close to bedtime.
