So I've been having wierd dreams for a little bit now, but I have to tell someone about the dream I had this afternoon while I was taking a nap. (Which, by the way, I don't feel any more rested.) So anyway, William, who is my assistant, showed up at my house, which has moved closer to a downtown area complete with trains, and trellises and lots of stairs leading down streets to a river. Anyway, he dropped by so we could go out and while we are trying to find an open bar, we came across Chris Noth, but in the dream he was Gene Kelly (you know, looked like Chris Noth, but was really Gene Kelly. Am I the only one who does this?) and he was drunk off his ass. So I decided to help him. William wanted me to leave him so I could find some cute booty and go to town, but I was determined. We kept climbing these stairs and ladders and whatever else it took to get back to my car.
Then, he moved in for a kiss (he being Chris Noth) but instead turned his head and barfed all over the place. I thought I was going to be ill myself and fought to keep my stomach down, but woke up fairly soon after that and didn't feel ill at all.
But I have to go know because I'm having a meeting at work tonight and I should probably prepare a little.
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