Meg Ryan
Hello, somehow in last night’s dream I was Meg Ryan.
Calvin and I were driving down the road in the Avalanche at dusk, and we passed a group of four or five boys standing in the middle of the road. As we passed them, one of them threw a rock that went through Calvin’s open window and came across and struck me. I looked down to see a bruise blooming on my leg (I do have a bruise “in real life” that I have no idea how I got, so that’s probably where this came from). I actually felt RAGE, and wanted to turn the truck around and beat the crap out of those kids.
I’m supposed to meet my friend Dani for drinks, but she text messages to say that her husband Jon has sold a magazine article and they made $15,000. I don’t think magazine articles go for that much, do they?
I’m walking along a sidewalk of a quaint little village with Calvin, hand in hand. A co-worker from AcronymCo goes by on a bicycle too small for him. Calvin and I go into a small cafe – he sits on the hearth of a fireplace and I curl up, baby style, so that I’m cradled in his arms. He rocks me and tickles my face and back while he talks over me to our friends who are sitting at the tables opposite the fireplace.
Calvin and I are keeping our relationship discreet, so not too many people know. I’m a LAWYER, of all things, and I host a big dinner party to tell all my co-workers that I’m quitting to move to another country and represent Gladys Knight and the Pips. Calvin lives in that other country and I’m going to join him.
My boss gets wind of my relationship with Calvin, and goes off with an, “Oh sure, so when it doesn’t work out then of COURSE you can waltz right in and have your old job back.” Then the videophone (?) lights up, and it’s Gladys Knight calling to defend me.
Then the alarm went off.
